Was my modesty wrong?
Or did you find arrogance in it
For no reason?
I wonder, if you get burnt
Even by the light of stars!
In your thrown silence
And the growing indifference,
Let your grievances now
Then light up a wildfire
Only to remain in ripples
Of its embers
In my quiet heart
Forever.
It will still be a jasmine
That blooms in the night
And can never be a burning Sun! |