A Walk On Ashes

     

Offender of a vicious night,

Could hold back billion crimes,

When sun itself ain't feels bright,

Enough of several shiny days.

While "the dark passenger" on roadside,

Could sense illuminating light,

From bunch of distorting rays.

Rise 'gainst thy own self,

Until the night crashes,

Got moves stepped on the rhythm,

Could walk through burning ashes.

Moreover, from around the world,

What would be the possible residue ;

When caught up in frisky flames,

Vanishing the old and the new.

There rise "the passenger " , who claims,

The place, his home,

With all leftovers and no dew.

The one who been through, prior,

To a gulf of engulfing fire ;

Warmth no more now hinders,

From a palm-full of cinders...

                                               
                                                  #αkhil βhardwaj