"FLAMES OF THE FIRE"
We are flames of the fire-
unstable, fierce, zealous to the core;
we hanker to fly higher in the air,
and touch the boundless blue floor.
Tiny parts of us segregate from us;
some soar higher, some fuse mid-way.
We keep longing and attempting;
who knows if in vain!
Unaware, all that we do is preordained;
unaware, our roles are predestined;
unaware, nothing is minute or monstrous;
unaware, liberation is all we seek.
We remain unaware, rather foolishly,
until the log finally burns out,
and only ashes linger on the ground.