A Quiet Thought In The Flame Poem by Isha45 Shayarii

I watched a flame without a name,
It did not ask for praise or fame;
It simply danced against the air,
As if the world was not aware.

And in its light I felt a stir,
Not fear, not peace—but something blur;
A question moving soft and slow,
Of things we feel but never know.

The night stood still, the world held tight,
Between the shadow and the light;
And I was just a thought between,
What has been felt, what has been seen.

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