little talks
long silences
from inside is heard
a sudden scream
that doesn't go
beyond the boundary
yet lips break into a smile
nothing gets revealed on the surface
the self-consuming fire
artistically arranges
heaps of ashes in
attractive patterns
sometimes a phoenix
throws itself out of the heap
none notices the bird!
30sep2009
00.58hrs
indira babbellapati
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-a-plain-surface/
