The old ember is still red hot
concealed under the dry soot
like a drunken architect' latent intellect;
like a cast off genius in a deep slumber
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As we grow older our embers dim, only from time to time to burst into flames. The truth for us lies in whether we like our embers cold or full of passion. Excellent write Sathya. regards Bob
a deep thought..lovely use of metaphors...excellent write...10
good use of metaphors to bring in a truth...good write...10
after a long spell i read your poems. far matured. this is an excellent piece. shan
what a sweet remembrance of the past......an endless time of memory showered in the ecstasy of genuine of pure heart....an 'ember' that possess no one but the heart that see the meaning of what is the pointless beginning to stay....excellent feeling my friend...God bless a 10 +++++
'When at last the ember becomes a cinder ........ People mutter, “Oh ember, I miss your ardor' life is just like this...10 for your beautiful poem
The old ember is still red hot Concealed under the dry soot Alike a drunken architect’ latent intellect Like a cast off genius in a deep slumber Like a hidden flower diffusing its scent ---- great picturesque dear...wonderful metaphors and theme...10/10
As if it is paying its last homage Rachel Ann Butler