The heat that absorbed from light,
Feels cold, why am I black?
At times I am warm and feel white,
Then I send the reflection of light back.
Often in the stillness of night,
I’m cold, freezing, all alone.
How can I take this blight?
But dawn comes, let’s itself known…
Sometimes the lights impart.
Feeling warm so as my soul sweat.
Just before sweat floods my heart,
Sun will start to set…
Some nights I burn, I’m in fire.
Like a kindled light when souls tie-
light’s source is blazed in desire!
The aura seems never die!
Midday comes, I feel the shroud,
Then the warming light does retreat;
Yet my life turn into the cloud;
And blocks out light and heat!! …