The Flames of Resistance

Flames leaping up from the fireplace

Are trying hard to absorb the infiltrating

Coldness engulfing the ambience around;

Mountain ranges are full of steely resolve,

Not to let their latent heat stored in their roots,

To come out and gulping down the biting cold,

Pervading in the atmosphere;

The dance of fire is a grim reminder

That the attempt may be small but the spirit

Is undaunted; the fight against odds is a

Continuing phenomenon of human beings;

Their endeavour is a fitting tribute to their

Undying wish to survive till the last hour;

Let the fire burn till the biting cold vanishes into oblivion.