Waiting For A Phoenix Poem by dipak adhya

I know I haven't that fire
In my breast
With that I could fire in the bush or hunger
Now there's left only ash.

I'm alive with only remembrance
Though they are too hazy
Now all the day and night
There's loud noise for
Showmanship
I turn my face from there
They too want love and support
But Alas! Without compassion.
There's no one to tell them
Love cannot be demanded
Only, let you love
And you will be loved.

Now I'm awaiting to see
For a Phoenix to fly.