One Lamp Is Blinded

One lamp is blinded by another's light. 

Even fire self-confidence seems to have faltered.

I have made a mountain of mistakes by mistake.

Someone has made a way to reach me by tearing down a mountain.

Weaving words I make your face.

The eagerness to see you makes me a poet.

I want to braid every single petal of my heart. It also wants to be adorned on your head.

Different flowers are blooming in the courtyard of both the ideas.

Apollo has both sprinkled water with his own eyes.