FIRE

I see a spark or a subtle remark

In a fire that once raged

abrupt and ablaze

Celestial with her gaze

with passion and a pace

A hope that doesn’t disgrace

A desire so divine

An Empire so pristine

reduced to scrapes

A hush ,a whisper

Or a gentle breeze

A thunder ,A strike

Or a smoldering blaze

Might stir a remake

But many remain blithe

much persist but in vain

They stop,

They wait,

They endure,

They hope,

But alas all in vain

Yet again I spot flare gleaming through her eyes

Thrusting into the skies

tearing through the clouds

soaring unto heavens

Now the clouds burst

They rain down quenching her

She gasps for breath

appalled in agony

It ceases her glimmer

It halts her vigor

Her sparkling eyes

Soaked in tears

Her striving spirits

washed to shore

By lustful souls

And beasts of the grove

they smother her desires

And yet we stay reticent

Unabashed ,unbothered

No more cries no more lies

to free herself from illogical lies

One or the other girl

One or the other day

Die from immortal pain

And yet we do not shake