The Fire that never was

The Fire that never was

A poem by Faridoon Shahryar

A fire tore into 

The middle of the tree

As a snake queue of flames

Hugged the forest,

The driver waded through 

A flood of smoke on the road

Assured, that the fire will 

Be under control;

Then the image of

A bunch of flowers 

Screaming for help

Shook me;

Emotions ought to be slaved

So say the wise;

Life will go on as usual

Tomorrow morning,

Flash bulbs are busy

Prostrating before 

Unreasonableness;

A mere forest fire 

Isn't newsworthy

So say the 

Know-all editors.

The forest cried hoarse,

The help never came,

Dew laden night 

Calmed the scars;

It's time to forget 

The gory details 

That's the recipe for happiness,

The only way out.