Ember Poem by Sathya Narayana
Ember
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
and like a hidden flower diffusing
its scent around!
People with chattering teeth slither
around the charring timber;
yet compliment
that it's all due to the fine weather.
The old ember doesn't take any umbrage.
It burns and burns till it becomes ashes
like a sage who sears his desires
to earn the unseen heavens
as if it is paying its last homage
to the humans who nurtured her
into a tree and later ruthlessly slivered
into hapless firewood
...a sweet-bitter feeling indeed!
When at last the ember becomes a cinder
starts all shivering and cowering around.
While the absonant conclusions
are freezing into a cold consciousness
people mutter, "Oh ember! We miss your ardor! "
'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
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 +++++
after a long spell i read your poems. far matured. this is an excellent piece. shan
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
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I would like to translate this poem
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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