Fire Fire, Burning Bright

Every festival, seen as fire

Rejoicing from birth to pyre;

Burn the evil,

The victory of the pure over the devil.

Festivals bring families together,

Doused with love and affection,

From mother to the Leader of the

Family being the father.

It teaches us restraint,

It teaches us to break constraints.

It doesn’t bind us to money,

It simply makes life livable

With light-hearted humor, one calls

As being funny.

It brings good wishes from elders

It brings good food to feed us.

It brings us new clothes,

It brings us equality amidst

People of all strata

-probably a little light on the nose.

Goddess Sita walked through the fire- not for heat or fashion but as a test of purity. As evidence of truth and serenity.

She wasn’t asked to walk on thorns or sing to the wind;

She wasn’t asked to wash her feet or touch the ground;

She was asked to step on fire.

Fire is an element of nature that personified purity, vigor, and strength.

It stands for determination and perseverance.

Though a page from an Epic from centuries ago,

Her story stands tall to the factual argument of the strength and importance of Fire we cannot forego.

It has always been a destructor of evil and impurity.

It cleanses the mind, soul,

Surrounding and the unseen aura. 

Like double-edged swords,

When this element like any other is taken lightly, it creates destruction and journey towards,

Pain. It can take away the exact life that it protects. It can un-do what’s the purpose of its doing. Anything in moderation is nectar and likewise when treated with respect and what’s perceived the right way- with caution, one can fully enjoy the bountiful benefits of this element. 

It doesn’t stand back from symbolizing life and growth.

It’s often referred to in places of having “determination “and “will power” we put forth.

One must work towards their goal with the fire burning inside of them is said commonly in the houses,

Today. But when not contained, when not regulated and corrected or fed proper values and morals- that fire can turn us into ashes without a minute to repent in our blouses. 

It spreads joy,

Ahoy, what a memorable event my boy!