Firing At The Fire Poem by Namita Rani Panda

In extreme rage
I seethed inside,
Like an active volcano
The fiery emotions kept on churning and burning,
Suffocating the delicate dove within
And the eruption reduced to ashes many sweet bonds
In no second
Then I stood in front of a mirror
With a sense of satisfaction
But to my surprise, I saw in reflection
A terrifying Bhasmasura.

In extreme rage
With latent tempestuous fervent fire
I burst like an atom bomb
To perish my enemies and competitors,
But I was ignorant of the fact that
With them I too was blown off into the air
Along with my dear and near
Then I looked into the mirror
With a sense of victory
But to my surprise I saw in reflection
A suicidal bomber.

Then came a sudden realisation:
Rage that I nurture within is like a cancerous cell
That proliferates in leaps and bounce
And turns my life into a living hell
Reducing me to a dying patient in perpetual pain,
The worst sufferer.

So I fired at the fire
That fled in fear
I built a building with the boulders of patience
Now those who throw stones at me bounce back to them
Then I face the mirror
With a sense of complacent
And to my contentment I see in reflection
A vast blue reservoir
With its untapped power
Many old and new bonds flourish and flower
And many dark hearts are lit with love
Which otherwise would have suffered in dark forever.