Working with emotional fire
I stand aloof refusing to admire
Drawing the fire until hands are Scorched
I melt my own self and watch
Furious flare of thoughts refuse to extinguish
When flame of sentiments shrinks in anguish
Charred sticks of thoughts are collected
I feel I am equipped only with fire corrected
Bones are my candles refusing to burn
Red heart so strange refusing to shriek
Till my heart burns in passion and grief