Burning Without Oil Poem by Aftab Alam
Burning Without Oil
I told you, be quiet..
I am not a poet,
Not a writer,
Not a philosopher,
What I see, I write,
Learning,
Burning,
Dyeing for new life,
The day, I will be a poet,
Will I write?
(Extinguished furnace keeps no heat)
As writing now,
You know, Why and How
I am not a lamp,
I am not a fuel,
I am not unlucky,
I've born with wit
I am always in ditch or in a pit,
I got many kick,
I am a lucky wick;
This is the only turmoil,
I am burning without oil,
If one get the opportunity of burning himself with the light of art, one will sure be an artist. It does not mean popularity. Artist by nature. Thank you.
If one get the opportunity of burning himself with the light of art, one will sure be an artist. It does not mean popularity. Artist by nature. Thank you.
It is a great life to live for others.. Most of us are happy to see like you retain the tempo of true living through such inspiring poems Aftabji
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4/24/2024 5:53:52 PM # 1.0.0.1119
lovely thought Aftab, the fire within comes out as poems.