Poem -

Fire

The more you hide
The more you need to hide
What you hide.
The more you lie,
The more you need to lie
To cover the lies.

If its all a game,
I'll show you how to play
Without bending the rules,
Without being an escapist
Or a liar.

Play if you must
But don't burn your hands
The coldest of waters
That never stirred
Might just turn ugly
And into a raging fire.

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Hi Shruti,

Simple and humble lines, well crafted, thanks for sharing, my applause, my vote, my love, I like the below lines:

Play if you must
But don't burn your hands
The coldest of waters
That never stirred
Might just turn ugly
And into a raging fire.

Love & Regards

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Hi Shruti,

I am sorry, something went wrong, below lines are excellent

" Play if you must
But don't burn your hands
The coldest of waters
That never stirred
Might just turn ugly
And into a raging fire." - Poetess Shruti Goswami

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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Tony Taylor

Hey Shruti!!.......Never read you before (my loss).........I like this very much.........you make a good point............Play with fire long enough........and you're bound to get burned.......especially when lies and liars are concerned.........great sense of rhythm and timing on this piece............well done..........ALL STARS............Love and Rockets!!..........T xo

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Shruti Goswami

Thank you so much Tony! I am new here. Thanks a lot for your heart warming words! 

Regards

Shruti

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