Spark Of Lost Soul

One late-night in bitter winter, searching for a warm light

Giving a trial in a dull life, and obey fiery arson for the fight;

Galaxy of stars and silvery moon hovering in the universe;

Perhaps to witness an antique souvenir in thy verse!

Avid paths diverting into thousands of ladders

And spectator couldn’t rip off the dying gladder;

For once, I found myself to embrace into vibrant grace;

Wrenched heart and drenched eyes crackdown thee race!

Sometimes solitude of soul teaches us a great moral

Grasping thy pain and vain thou form reef of coral;

Clutch away thou worst time in memories of the grave;

Not less than any loved lady can trap into a red rave!

Lowliness and Loneliness stay staple for a poetic bite

And prodigious pen full of ink enough to depict reading rite!