Of Fire Pits

by Yavar Khan Qadri 


Sitting 'round logs burning bright;
all the evil goes up to heaven,
With all the sins within and without,
we light up the pit with seven,

Crackling is the burning wood,
and, oft, a s'rpentine hiss,
The flames lick the air in colours;
a collage yond's hard to miss

The night is chilly from behind,
and we face the warmth of the fire,
This ancient ritual of humanity,

does take our spirits high'r


Bio

I am of Kashmiri origin and I am inspired by the Romantic Period and I typically write lyric poetry in free verse. I am a member of The Ontario Poetry Society and the subject of my poem ranges from social (political to romantic, and the morbid. I believe in the healing power of imagination and I write in solidarity with the marginalized and oppressed thoughts and emotions of individuals and groups in society. I am an anarcho-syndicalist.


I have written poems for the Labour Movement (As printed on this year's May Day flyers, through the Toronto Airport Workers Council.) And I have been a guest speaker for a socialist group. Above all, I love writing about the morbidity in our thoughts and don't hesitate to bring it out on paper. Here's my blog: Acids of Thought.