HER FLAME

I could sense enormous grief and pain,

Curbing back those pious tears' rain.

But Her Flame, stands strong and tall,

And has faced many storms and fall.

Though her lit has many upside down,

It’s still alive, deep inside her bone.

Her days are gloomy, nights are more misty,

But she woke up with gleaming sanguinity.

Her flame shall stand strong and tall,

And will efface everything like a wall.

It’s all about the time's wax and wane,

Things will not be always as that of pain.

I could envisage, a brighter dawn, opening door to her life,

Believed that god would send a harbinger to make her smile.

Her flame shall stand strong and tall,

And will efface everything like a wall.