Many a times I see myself running
With my breath caught up
An engulfing fire around
Burns in brilliance without heat
A voice screams from behind the fire
"Are you playing your part?"
I stood without a word ashamed
The fire trailed back leaving me in pitch dark
I heard the world calling my name
Trance of sleep fading away
Flesh golden with sweat
A dark patch announcing I have been burnt
A symbol for manking for not playing its part
I have no relief untill I finish my journey
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