Burning torch was I years back,
set upon the hill of dark city,
shining like sun and I was scorch,
Quenching the gelatinous darkness,
But now, why is my light sitting under shadow?
Greener pasture was I years back,
breeding knowledgeable fruits
to those who desires to know about life,
I restored peace to disheartened souls,
But now, why is Sahara better than I?
Castle of sapience was I years back,
Built with illuminate wisdom,
Fools run in and become wise,
But now, why am I an empty barrel?
Warrior was I years back,
Fighting with two edged sword,
Killing atrocious feelings
And bring the captivated peachy feelings.
But now, why am I novice to handle sword?
Like a burning wood was I years back,
Bringing warm to the cold,
Bringing the true beauty of a gold,
When the darkness roared, I burn in boldness.
But now, why am I an otiose ashes?
What happened to my living words?
that pierced the heart of wicked men like swords,
Years back, my words embossed joy from graveyard,
What has befallen my living pen?
That build castle of sapience words.
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