Give me the Fire....

The first time,

For asking something…

You gave everything;

Without being asked

Just like an egg….

Sufficient with what it needs…

You showered though I had no capacity to contain…..

You poured

Though I had no will to contain…..

But I flowered….

With whatever percolated……

I have heard…

More grass, more water….

More water, more grass…….

The grass is growing….along with the bushes….

Bushes of ego…..bushes of lust…..

When I cut bushes, cut is the grass….

I know, I love the bushes…..

So I cry…..

Why should I love them? Though they are the reason....

Reason for everything….

You gave everything….

But today I accept…..

I lack something….

The fire…..

I am cold…

Just like a furnace….which never burnt….

Today I ask for something……

Something which I don’t want….but what I badly need…..

Give me some Fire…..

Give me some Fire….