Hello! Good luck to you all. I am presenting a video of a poem from ‘Serenading Poems Part One’ The title of the poem is ‘Flame’
A match-stick lighted a wick, A flame on it grew thick, My hand by accident flipped, The flame at the end tripped, Flame into my body would grow, Had the flip been slow, My mind was alarmed, By a tragedy unarmed, Too strange was it, When it got hit, The flame towards me, Was turned by the tilt, It was a holy day, Which showed the way.
Thank you for listening. I come again with another poem. Till then, goodbye!
( Video can be viewed on You Tube by typing ‘Serenading Poems Part One’)
