"Fire within. Not seen Only felt By those in next. Who, that has it, Is the source of restlessness . That they control . They substitute They use.... The fire burns and burns Churns into heat to feed, The grays in core of human top. Drives one into world of amazement and wonder. By his creation recreation and modification. Turn in tons of energy . Not seen, not felt By next Yet for ever generating cell bit by bit, To grow and glow To flow the lava of red in core of her chest. Every day..every where in everything . She sees angles by hundred dimensions Cares less of the negativity.. Picks up bits missed by else or self Reflects in silence. Picks up pen Rewrites the misses Deep in thoughts as ocean Builds a useless into perfection. Gives a fine wonder to ugliness. Refines into perfection Drives on without a sound. So calm, so cool Leaving behind dust of freshness A jungles of fragrance A vacume of peace A carelessness of hope A challenge for you and me Climbs a height, Keeps climbing Yet looks back and down to extend a hand, To those that look up to her. Those that follow her. To those that need her Cares less for ignoreance of rest Steps down to pick up falling and fallen A tone so soothing A hand so healing A singer so melodic A poet so rhythmic So graceful and so magestic. A poet in love and in distress of fail ? An artist on paper ..rocks..yarns, leaves and soil. ? A speaker in millions .? To her, Sleep is a waste of tik tok Hours .minutes even seconds are priceless Days, weeks , months and year are flipping pages . Sun moon and stars are her time pendulum . The power is limitless. Where boredom is nil . She is in centre circle of her power Not to be foiled by influence. Every second is birth Of perfection That is fire with in. Not seen, only felt.ya For only she who harbours it Iam talking about you Yes only you HLS Agsy ©Hemlata Singh "