Fire within and without

It was all a fire,
Through which you came to,
And thing was named creation,
And you were the Mom.







It was all a fire,
Which consumed you too,
And you were here,
As if you were not.







It was all a fire,
Which gave us warmth,
You kept all it burning,
Which guided our path.




 

It was all a fire,
We stared with our blank eyes,
It was the last burning,
As you thought to give us your all.



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