Sowmya Hiremat

Like a volcano I can blow up
Incinerating this earth
Such is the force within
But a fine balance swings
By the grace of divine
Of this I am sure.

In this intense heat,
As I cook .. I keep trying
To learn the art of not
Asking how much longer
Do I have to stay and
When can I leave.

As I sit silent & solemn
In the fires of a realm
That exist within me 
I wonder if I need a totem
To remind myself that 
I am indeed sane.

Then it strikes me like 
A bolt from the dark sky
It takes time and flame 
Patience and pain 
Skill and strength to
Make the finest of gold.