Candescent Coals

Candescent coals 
heap of firewood ,
simmering pot
mad mad thought ,
deep in my mind
time to unwind
I say to myself ,
glow in your light
with all your might 
though nights are getting 
long and cold 
be like jabong
have your hold
slipping moments 
on soggy ground 
staggered foot prints 
in wet red soil
strewn twigs 
yellow orange leaves
big and small ,
to the depleting
heap of firewood 
I say ” I am good “
around the candescent coals
© Dr. Swati A Gadgil , All Rights Reserved .

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About Swati A Gadgil

Anaesthesiologist , practising since last 25 yrs in Mumbai and medico legal advisor MBBS DA LLM Postgraduate in Human Rights Postgraduate in Hospital management Founder President of NGO, Dombivli Women's Welfare Society and it's youth wing NayaSavera Published three books of poetry Columnist and writes on various topics like Stress Management Appointed by Times of India as Consultant for their NIE Newspaper In Education Program Recognised by Medical associations and Rotary Speaker and panelists on Tele media, print media and National and International conferences Taekwondo Red Belt

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