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