Distorted and untamed in the burning falme, of life.
Where ashes of past, make holes, swirling in the flames of present.
Wind blows to rage the flame.
Wind blows to kill the same.
Flame to a great fire
Flame to a dying smoke.
Journey and future uncertain like those petals of rose.
Some lay adorned, some prey to the burning fire, some still twirling in life’s desire.
Distorted and untamed, the flames of fire.
Which can be the Creator and Destroyer.
–Aishwarya Singh, Shivatmika Bathija.