But soon you find
the things pulling you
in a direction of their own
antithetical to yours.

For some time,
you complain, growl, fight
and struggle,
but then the struggle consumes you.

You are now a sage,
sobered, weathered, seasoned, domesticated fire
which has lost its damning passion.

It stops burning your heart.
It now burns
only in the kitchen
Or in the ruins, where it cools your bones.

Dr Jernail S Aanand
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