It Roams at Its Own Whims

Sometimes, it sparks from the friction of flints,

Sometimes, it bubbles in a mundane cup of tea.

Sometimes, it becomes a companion and walks along the neighbourhood alley,

Sometimes, it eludes us through a sleepless night in a soft and fluffy bed.

Sometimes, it sits all curled up with a beaming face at the beggar woman’s doorstep,

And refuses to attend the opulent feast laid in honour of the greats.

Sometimes, it accepts a share of a frugal meal.

It roams at its own whims and never bows to a high price.

……………….Dr. Fathema Begum