If I were the Iron and left by the teary ocean, <br />I would rust and lose my strength with the passion, <br />the love and affinity for the burning deceitful Oxygen. <br /> <br />If I were the carbon and left to burn in the fireplace, <br />I may help to heat up a few cold hearts, <br />But I would be burnt down to be the wasteful ash. <br /> <br />If I were the gold and melted in the hot pot, <br />How much tempting firewood is used to collapse my spirit, <br />I would glitter and shine leaving all my impurities to the flirting flame.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-i-were-24/
