Friday, December 13, 2013

Creative Fire

Flinging out of the furnace
R the flames
That leap forward,
With No sound,
The intense desire
Of the fire
Bursts like a hungry hound,
Searching and wolfing down preys
On the hunting ground.
Creative fire
Has NO patience,
Carries NO weight.
Creative fire,
Starts from sparks of flint,
Burns from the deepest part
Of your heart
In thousand of degree
And sets you free
In unexpected way!