A spark..

Everyone we know, has that spark to light up,
The cold hearts of human to thaw and blaze up,
To radiate the warmth of love to their neighbors,
To spread the message of kindness that allures,
To entangle those miserable people at the distance,
Have the stores that sell faithful blemishes,
The spark at the sky runs white zigzag,
The spark at the stroke of the flint and Iron,
Banging of stones and at the iridium plug,
May start the combustion to burn and manage,
The spark at the hearts that melts the nods,
Spread through the bodies to be entwined,
Where the blooms touch each and every cell,
Ecstatic things alive, dance rhythmic and still,
The spark at the minds of mass ablaze,
Inabilities, ignorance and servitude,
On the floor of the emancipated balconies,
The flowers bloom freely to hang in breeze.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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