Quiet yet engulfing flames, the fire I am,
burning down forests.

Wild currents gushing , the tide I am,
thrashing against rocks.

A spark of madness, the lightening bolt I am,
thunder of the night.

Whisking the breezes, the storm I am,
preparing to destruct with my wrath.

Of all the agitation, the heart I am,
loving the souls embracing their beauty.

Containing the elements, a story I am,
A wandering echo, long after I am gone.

– Kabir Malik
© 28/02/2016