Where Is My Spark?

Shining brightly to the utmost periphery,

An abrupt halt of darkness drew out certain flaws

But never the flaws bruised my sparks,

Rather it shimmered to certifiable eminence.

Again halted with a sober voice of despair,

Shines was lost for a while to ignite an inferno to burn that voice,

Proliferating shines returned in triumph.

To my utter surprise, next halting

Delegate deliberately pushed me back,

To the way behind my footmark

Yet spark didn't flick off.

With the quanta of her blessing, sparks got more enriched.

Someday or the other

Shines often went off to an impersonate mode,

With a mask of joy engulfing the brightness

Still, I will be a picky street visitor unless I find my spark