My Quest To Be Water Poem by Aftab Alam

When water is near inferno fire,
vapour,
Going in the region of air,
Pollutes the air,
Inhaling; creates lungs problem,
Problem of survival..

When water keeps no fire,
Frozen,
Turns into ice,
No movement,
Solid,

Knowing this,
I decided to keep fire,
As flow of water that a river or brook or water within earth,
Rain drop; they keep,

This much heat is sufficient,
To be like water,
As I always wanted to be,
Flowing merrily singing,
Thirst quenching,
Life giving,

My inner quest to be water