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Dec 2019
Move cautiously O Wind
You need some rest
From your onward flow
Over hills and dales,
And seas and sand.

Let not the dust raised settle down,
Get wet, and gel to stone and block
My way to the place you easily reach,
That has a high upright stall
With an angry fire lit at its top,
Marking the spot.

I have to ease and tend that fire,
The Holy Fire,
That goads me on
To think and act
And improvise.
Written by
Ravinder Kumar Soni  74/M/Delhi, India.
(74/M/Delhi, India.)   
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