There is a fire kindling in me.

It is silent & it can not be seen.

Nor there is a sign for union, neither I am worthy of such love.

It is a blaze which could not be stopped.

There is a deep scar left in, Meet,

everything else has plunged into dark.

Maybe from ashes, I will rise again like phoenix (bird) does.

Maybe be then, I will find my way to see her again.

~ Meet