A Phoenix From The Ash

The world said there is no splendour in me,

I am a glim, devoid of my flash;

So, I set my soul on the sacred fire,

To rise like a phoenix from the ash…

The world said there is no splendour in me,

I am the pair of eyes whose tears have long dried;

So, I burst the ache with my laughter,

And my pain immortalized…

The world said there is no splendour in me,

I am the wreck of my life’s esteem;

So, I anchored my ship at the Lord’s port,

Into the living ocean of awakened dreams….

And I yearn that the splendour in you O thy world,

Hadn’t affected you to see me with doubt;

Because you said there is no splendour in me,

But there is surely no splendour without…