I am running out. <br />I am tired and about to stop and doubt. <br />I am devastated by the slap of your soft sound. <br />I am boiling away to cleanse my last reaming doubts. <br />I am me, your only wild fire of blasphemy. <br />The only forest who chose to be alight, <br />In delight, <br />For your night, <br />For your eternal day light. <br />You do not want my torch, <br />You did not want me to burn, <br />You did not want me to engulf the fire of my substance, <br />But you are not the only one, <br />I too am. <br />I too have a right. <br />On your divine and blessed infinite nights.<br /><br />Hardik Vaidya<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-is-never-democratic/
