Of colour black,
and, mass hard,
the charcoal
upon being burnt,
turns soft, white,
radiates light;
comforts, as well,
those feeling
the heat of cold!
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(Dedicated to six month old baby Alia,at whose ‘welcome arrival’ party, thrown by her grandparents on 22 Dec 2018, this poem was conceived)
(Dedicated to six month old baby Alia,at whose ‘welcome arrival’ party, thrown by her grandparents on 22 Dec 2018, this poem was conceived)