A Poem On Yin And Yang

Somehow, these days Whenever it rains On parched earth It no longer sends A tickling perfume I smell burning fire! Somehow, these days Whenever I look up at the moon On a moon-lit night It no longer sets My passion high I see forest-fire spreading across it! Somehow, these days Whenever I walk by the sea On cool mornings It doesn't uplift My spirit to negotiate the day I somehow smell of rotten fish! Somehow, these days Whenever I think of love Teasing me and tantalizing me I see it as a single dominant emotion That balances or subdues Other emotions that manifest In either love or fear The yin and yang Of the world we inhabit (20 Aug 2011)