A thought profound
A belated sound
Embracing of the pain ethereal.
I set to flames
Those dusty lanes
The sacred perishing now I feel.
The dreams of old
stained clothes I hold
To Agni I commit and now reveal.
I burn my old book of dreams
And write them down all anew.
The pages yellowed were so full
My dreams are now but a few.
The fire burnt, and it burnt well
reflecting my soul, a drop of dew.
These ashes of the old, I oughtn’t hold
From the ashes, the phoenix, born anew.