A Phoenix From The Ash

The world said there is no splendour in me,
I am a glim, devoid of my flash;
So, I set my soul on the sacred fire,
To rise like a phoenix from the ash…

The world said there is no splendour in me,
I am the pair of eyes whose tears have long dried;
So, I burst the ache with my laughter,
And my pain immortalized…

The world said there is no splendour in me,
I am the wreck of my life’s esteem;
So, I anchored my ship at the Lord’s port,
Into the living ocean of awakened dreams….

And I yearn that the splendour in you O thy world,
Hadn’t affected you to see me with doubt;
Because you said there is no splendour in me,
But there is surely no splendour without…