Because Fire Would Die One Day

O love, Fire would die one day. All we would be left with is, Ashes. Rainbow ashes of colourful desire, Pale ashes of broken dream, Flaming ashes of amorous verse. There would be No more walk on river bank With your hand in my hand, No more wild desire To smell flowers of your bosom, No more dream of wild shiver In secret of night. Human life is mortal, fragile, And painfully empty! Even the sweetest of the memories Fades into oblivion One day. Even the sweetest of the kisses Dies in thirst of love One day. So while the fire is still on Let us burn ourselves in it. Let this fire paint on us Wound of such an wilderness Time dares not remove it. Let this fire hurt us so badly Fragility of senility dares not erase it. Come, on this river bank tonight, You and me Ignite some fire And burn ourselves in it. © Arun Maji Painting: Pierre Coomas