The blue flame burns in thunderous, loud storms –
Oasis of peace in favelas – towns
Cacophonous with mockery and clowns
It’s silence that stays through unrest – its swarms
To think and clutter has become our norms
We can’t stop and breathe; we are verbs and nouns
Forever fighting, warring with sick frowns
The constantly stung busy bee conforms!
Breathe my tired friend; look deep within your soul
There you’ll find seeds of peace inherited
Let blue engulf, empower red and stay
You’ll soon discharge calm and be – strong and whole
You’ll soon recover gold discredited
The blue flame that burns will guide your quiet way.
© Nitin Lalit Murali (2018)