The fire in veins, ignited;
That can’t be
extinguished;
Never becomes an ash
heap;
That blazes again with
hope...
The most gentle, the delicate;
The strength of the weak,
the light;
Mightier than rocks; the petal,
Live, soft, the
glowing crystal !
Sleeps as seeds, germinates as plants;
Blossoms as
lavender, keeps and spreads
Its nectar in buds
as flames;
Where it melts to
kindle, as dews..
In hearts, like hurricane lamps;
Leads in incessant
rains and storms...
It snows in marrows,
blooms in bones;
Makes the dead alive,
away from burdens;
Arises the mind – inconstant,
Unsteady, fickle and
transient-
Towards immovable
permanence,
With amiable loving
glance…..
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