Hey Guys, I could hear all of you saying, Not again...Not another poem, But the impulse was killing me...So here's one from Jassi to her Armaan Sir with Love or Hate...
It wouldn't have burnt me thus
If you had swooped like a vulture
Rather perching like a sparrow...
If you had stung like a poison ivy
Rather shining like the morning glory...
If you had torn like the hounding foes
Rather singing friendly tunes...
It wouldn't have burnt me thus...
Yet still in this inky dark
I could spot a dawn, a spark...
When the sky lightens with
The Rising of the Phoenix
I will up and fly again
From the depths of my own ashes...