Mahfooz Ali

Rookie - 219 Points (28 October / Lucknow (U.P.) India)

The Futile Flame - Poem by Mahfooz Ali

Your internal rage
a fire so hot, you are burned by a thought
a passion so wild
the fire grows hotter, a thought grows near
a fear of life
an eternal blaze that never fades
not of death
growing stronger with each day
you wish to die
out of control this flame goes
this thought you cannot hide
looking for fuel it consumes us
take the dagger
a little less bright
Fulfill your wish
let the flame guide you this night.

Comments about The Futile Flame by Mahfooz Ali

  • Aashish Ameya (6/7/2006 12:27:00 AM)

    this one is really superb, who has that fire can get the feeling....creative fire burns us and give birth to poetry (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 6, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, October 3, 2011

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