WITHIN A FLAME

WITHIN A FLAME
Within this cage of clay and bone, a flicker starts to bloom,
A soul alights, a fire unknown, consuming, breaking gloom.
It dances fierce, a hungry flame, consuming all it holds,
Ambitions, dreams, whispered name, a story yet untold.
The air it breathes, a stolen sigh, each draft a fleeting theft,
But burns it bright, defying lie, against the darkness left.
It paints the walls with golden hues, on canvas of the mind,
And whispers truths the body rues, of beauty hard to find.
The waxen form, a teardrop slow, melts down in sacrifice,
For every light the soul must know, a price the body pays.
It feels the warmth, a searing kiss, a brand upon its breast,
But still it feeds the rising bliss, a flame, a fire at its request.
Oh, paradox within this frame, where life consumes itself,
To paint the world with energetic blaze, upon a fragile shelf.
Is it a blessing or a curse, this life in burning bright and fast?
A fleeting love song, a universe, condensed and meant to last.
But as the flicker starts to wane, the wick a wispy thread,
The soul releases, free from all pain, a final light is shed.
And though the body crumbles now, the ashes softly fall,
The fire's essence, somehow or other, forever lights the hall.
So let it burn, this candle of life, bright, a sacrifice so grand,
For in its fading, fading light, a superior truth is planned.
The soul transcends, a soaring spark, a flame that will not die,
And leaves its mark upon the deep dark, a whisper in the sky.
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Williamsji Maveli

SKETCH BY: Artist Jayakrishnan