The White Owl saying 2
Fire is dangerous
but not if you are the fire
said the white owl
My fire sits on a red chair
and I am not consumed
They say the holy fire requires
sacred mantras, holy pourings
and no ordinary twigs
but the inner most brittle bones
of my lazy body
and an overactive mind
that makes the flames go up
turning me into a heap of grey ash,
like my wings
said the white owl.
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poem by Prathibha Nandakumar
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