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