My Scattered Thoughts Xi

...well, you know what! ! ! I could never befriend with the blowing breeze as I don't know why she has grudges against me may be, for I keep covering the candle of hope shading it by my own both hands to keep it lit, burning and lighting, killing the dense darkness by a tiny flame... her scary blows terrify me while making me so strong... This mortal life does not recycle here seasons come but ONCE... All this while I've been daring to touch the fire Which turned into a pyre Though I took it as a light… and got my fingers burnt Neither a matter of right and wrong nor any crime and sin But…an error of judgment.. And you see it will be difficult to write a poem With those raw fingers Which seem to have lost the connection Where they used to receive The signals from my soul… As if the vital cord is at peril of being broken What if you let the lamp getting extinguished But when it starts getting dimmer and dimmer you pour some more oil to keep it alive and lighted see, what you have done have a look at the fruit of your kind concerns it dares to give some more old light to the world yes, it is lighting now from a mere dying flicker to a high flame! ! !