Fire of reading
May 31, 2021
As I walk past where stood a stinking dump
I see a child amidst emanating smoke
Sitting with a book on her lap
Intrigued I ask
“Fuelled by the fire of reading are you ?”
And she says
“No sir, I just want to make my stew”
And one more torn page swishes like a sword
As it flies into the embracing fire
The light brightening her little face
Until it is time, for the next page
