For the primordial time,
I felt fire burning inside me.
Put a pause to everything,
took out a pen and a page.
Poured all my emotions in writing
Amazingly it repaired all the damage
I felt my hand move magically,
With my mind working critically
In my imagination there I was,
At an enchanting far away land
The burning comes with no cost of rand.
For by my side you’ll always be,
And in me you leave a flare