Beneath the pile of my humdrum ashes,
I searched the voice of mine.
Digging deep into my flesh,
I saw an immortal shine.
I heard the whisper of my soul,
From my breathing earth.
Some dreams were yet to reach the goal,
They craved for another birth.
Buried below the mortal layers,
Of agony, sin and lust.
My gasping soul still dare to care,
To win back crumbled trust.
Flickering in the stormy domes,
My soul still breathes in joy.
A ardent flame of hope still roams,
Like an erratic cow-boy.
Smelling through the grassy vales,
Wandering up and down.
My vibrant soul can never fail,
To shake this mortal town.
With worthy thoughts adorning dreams,
My soul will win the game.
Down the lanes, through mirky streams,
It will emboss my name.