The Burn…

Just a stick, ordinary and pale
Sea of lines, to the wind sway

Not a single out of place 

Not a single striking face 

A flash, a strike

Growing prick of light

A desire, a craving , a thirst alight 

Distinguished it steps out in the limelight

Oh that burning, steady and unassailable

Arise he will with triumph and dazzle 

A mark at the end he shall leave 

The burn created an extraordinary human being…

Love

Arohi 

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