The Fire Of My Desire

It is a fire;
Caught up in my seamless desire;
To free myself out of this situation;
And live my life with a new temptation.

Pain has hardened me;
While I stopped trying to flee;
Into the darkness of a deep burrow;
Which had been moulded by a tearful sorrow.

Life has become a lot more darker;
While my agony kept pressing harder;
On my wounds that still bleed;
Satisfying the cruel,ugly breed.

A tear had once flown;
While the world had angrily sown;
The rough seeds of despair;
Beneath the softness of my heart’s attire.

Though my tears shall go unseen;
By those who are arrogantly mean;
For peace, my soul shall always seek;
Never letting my heart to be weak.

The fire of my desire;
For my success, shall conspire;
Against all the evil odds;
Put up by the demonic frawds.

It is my promise to myself;
That I shall stop cursing my own “self”;
For the pain caused to my innocent heart;
By those people who never had a heart.

I believe, it is now the awaited moment;
To stop letting others comment;
Defining my own ways to fly high;
Soaring into the depths of the bright blue sky.