Why I fostered the flame?
Which was on brink of death,
From chills of drift,
And splash of loath,
I fostered the flame,
With all I had,
To let it light,
and give the warmth.
With that warmth it showed,
I melted though,
For the flame was worth,
And the melt was too.
Through thick and thin,
I fostered the flame,
Flame which is now burning bright,
But not for me it was,
Neither the warmth,
Nor the light !
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 1:45 AM UTC
Why I fostered the flame?
Which was on brink of death,
From chills of drift,
And splash of loath,
I fostered the flame,
With all I had,
To let it light,
and give the warmth.
With that warmth it showed,
I melted though,
For the flame was worth,
And the melt was too.
Through thick and thin,
I fostered the flame,
Flame which is now burning bright,
But not for me it was,
Neither the warmth,
Nor the light !
Beautiful things are worth protecting!
