Here it lies so docile and casked,
awaiting a chance to woo,
and display the fire that is masked.
Like an emotion bottled up, unshaken-
But when the bubbles rise, the cork pops,
a molten lava bursts through.
Kindles all senses with sparkling drops.
when I saw the title of it I was eager to see what could it contain and let me tell you that it conjured up some images !
Thanks Lokesh.
You have written a short and good poem. Enjoyed it.
Thanks Koshy. Appreciate it.