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Fires

Fires were low in slumber,
I even wanted a sense of fire,
My main passion was it,
As the skies became even that.
Fire shall widen the gap
And face the music at last
Losing its flames in extreme agony.
I think I’m inside a vase
Of extreme light and well-being.
I think even what the interior should
Exhibit to all in heaven.
Flames do not hiss, but they fight
Our sullen souls to eradicate the beings.
Why does fire live within a shell
And so fast that it manages to writhe?

© Naveed Akram