Poetry

Fuel to her fire

After a long time

She felt comfortable

Her heavy chest

With those complicated thoughts

And those eyes that pondered

In circles, and squares

In seas and mountains

Were washed by a wave

As if she had reached the base

After walking a tenuous trail

Crossed territories

Her face stained with the gold sun

Feet dusted but her fire burning

She found not a diamond

But some fuel to her fire

~Namita Satija

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