An Ode To Fayaa!
I heard about a river from none other than fire,
The fire in my heart, book shelf and page.
The fire leaped when since old I admire,
The rhyme, the crime, the love and the rage.
Today I love the lessons learnt past by rote,
For I hear them again, applause and admire.
So an ode to the love, the fire who wrote,
But caution I must for I perspire.
I don’t know how to start a fire,