Hands on fire

Life always hit me hard

When I was without a guard

Sometimes she bent me down

But I was a charming clown

Who always kept a smiling face

However serious may be the case

One fine day I thought

Enough have I already fought

I decided once and for all

That i will start writing without a fall

And then the fine day arrived

Oh how much I had thrived

My brain started generating ideas

And I started penning down my thoughts

Now I realised I had so much power

When I wrote, I felt like having a cool shower

I realised life was always my friend

And it always followed a trend

It wanted me to write down my thought

Cos' that was the way it showed its support

And finally my sorrows were on pyre

Because my hands were on fire