Conflagration Poem by Ayaz Warith

Love in my life was conflagration,
To optimise it I stumbled over the stars.
Everything on my part was in escrow,
I held the sword by the blade of powers.

The forfeiture for a fault or leniency,
Was anticipated in the course;
Of law and rule and judgement,
It was of little value of course.

The leaves desert the hulk of trees,
In the blaze of summer for a period;
In the winters of snow for a period,
It stands firm in the troubles in myriad.

There is a hope of sprouts on twigs,
After summers and winters there is;
Rain of freshness from His clouds,
For my much stronger derris.