Like a burning wood,
I remain ablaze,
providing warmth to the death of life,
which froze in the chilled air ,
of living and survival fight….
Ignited once,
I glow brightly,
lighting the way …
of the dark dream…
with a ray of hope I continue…
burning more vigorously.
Like the burning wood,
I knoweth not,what holds me,
and what blazes my wood ,
Enkindled I was born ,
my purpose is to keep it
burning in the dark…
Charred at corners
I sometimes get,
Still radiantly shining as a coal,
But the eternal flame
within brightens more,
as it sees the divine door…
Like a burning wood ..
I want to burn…
amidst the lives of thousand lores…
(photo:google images)
soumyav 