How am I to extinguish this fire
Where am I to find a solace
I wandered from street to street
Was rejected everywhere and abhorred
The sharp edge of humiliation
Blinded me to the outer world
Masquerades and manipulations
Forced me inward, into meditation
Mine inner eyes started opening
Akin to that of a blossoming infant
Thus I saw a new world, in it a new life
It was different in that it got meaning
Sincerity and toil never orphans
The best of companions and virtues
Now in the seven storied building of art
I too will light a candle.
mashoodkk
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