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The Story of Fire

Poetry By: Silgorious

Fire- A Boon and a Curse, a really useful yet dangerous thing tells you about itself in this poem, as if it's able to speak...

Submitted:Jan 10, 2013    Reads: 61    Comments: 35    Likes: 12   

Can you guess what am I?

I'm just visible to your eye.

In me if you put your hand,

I'll burn it without a wand.

I'm lighter than a feath'r,

But you use me in chilly weath'r.

I've many colours, as you can see,

Blue, white, and sometimes green.

No fixed home do you have for me,

But'n all houses I'm surely of'n seen.

I'm the one cooking y'r food everyday,

But still you don't pay me any day!

My food is gas and your candle wax,

For keeping me you needn't pay any tax.

I have a long story for you to hear,

But you may have to sit for a year.

I've many many uses, good and bad,

Depends on your mood, am I right?

I know the answer, "Yes" will you say?

If that's it, then let me show the way,

For you to use me well - day after day.

Never should you use me in a fight,

As I'm going to burn you down - right?

Man! I don't like to kill by your will,

But on a candle I'll prefer to sit still,

Giving you light daily and help you all.

If you want to hear more from me,

Light a candle at night'n on top of't I'll be!


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