The Fire

Dear diary,

Woke up with the sound of a lawnmower

I got irritated when I heard it for an hour.

Went into the kitchen, heard the noise of pigeon

Which didn't soothe my eardrums?

The Sabbath day made me sit before the TV

To watch live mass from the church.

Listened to the sermon, the brain started thinking

That everyone begins to pray together selflessly.

Prayer is the fire spreading everywhere

Without the knowledge of the human race.

Went up to the terrace, saw people burning old things in the fire,

Decided to burn the past and fear in the fire of prayer.

Fire burns up everything, let the faith fire

Burn all the negatives in our hearts.

Let our hearts stand to be pure

To stand in faith and prayer.

The fire I saw, turned me up,

Let this poem turn many lives.

With the hope of fire turning many lives,

I'm closing you, loving diary.