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The Purest Dream………..

The deseart fire, set on to quench
the violent thirst of virgin sand,
ironing it to the very core,
to make it shine as the ruby do….

Dream….

Dream my dear…..said the oil palm,
Dream for the purest drop from the blue…
I’m here for u to nest, U cud… ..
u cud rest in me till I wilt…..

Me….,

Me…The mighty bird of finix…Yes,
Always had two choices with…
Arise from ashes to burry up in fire..
No way I cud rest any were…

Flight…..,

The finix bird tried itz best,
From the fire to hug the palm,
Bfore it cud reach the log..
Went to ashes for another flight…

Mirash……..,

The purest drop was rather a mirash
that, the finix bird cud dream of,
any way..it must burry in fire to fly
up from ashes..to hug the log……
Births and rebirths went on ….
the purest dream is still warm in the ashes

from Lakshmy
Picture: from here