More like a flame,
now I seem to be,
a little source of visible delight,
burning and surviving,
adding meaning to my existence,
that too for how I enlighten places,
and not for how I burn.
Like a flame, I’m looked at,
Though I’m loved yet nobody knows
where I end and the air begins;
I’ll hurt the world, I’m well aware,
every time when I’ll be touched,
But from distances, a lot I’ve been judged,
and so my warmth awaits to be felt,
No matter how much you burn with me,
I await to be felt today.