Once a tiny flame of fire was
jumping, playing in its glee
all were admiring its charm.
A moth got obsessed by its beauty.
He made up his mind that he will
steal the golden flame and take home
he wooed the flame by flying round it
and the flame swayed with his tune.
Thinking he has won his flame
he stretched his wing to her
and asked the flame to ride
soon his wings were aflame.
Even though he thought he had
his love in his life forever
little did he knew that all
lovers are not blessed to be together.
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
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