THE BURNING COAL IS EMITTING HOPE;
LOST IN A TREACHEROUS LOOP.
STRUGGELING TO FIRE, TO BE IGNIGHTED,
AND DIMMING BIT BY BIT, WITH EVERY SECOND.
WITH EVERY ICE IN IT;
TRYING TO FINISH ALL IT’S SPIRIT.
ALAS! NOW ITS EXTINGUISHED…
NOW IT HAS NOTHING TO GLORIFY
IT HAS NO C.V. TO SHOW THE WORLD
AND NO-ONE SEEMS TO BE WORRIED;
NONE SEEMS TO BE CARED.
BUT REMEMBER ONE THING—
EVERY COAL IS BORN TO BURN.
EVERY COAL IS BORN TO BE BURNED…
©Anirban Nanda
ALPHABET SPEAKS 