Touching The Hot Flames

Sometimes, someone just comes and stands,
Who might have the guts to understand!
The bloodshed and the pain of this ensanguine land.
Who claims to bear the dust storms of the sand!
And the darkness with the light did expand.
That eyes have a spark, that commands.
The fake tales and the hidden knives are not his brands.
He believes that the law of attraction has it, fanned.
And, there must be something that is going to be grand.
A string of destiny might have it planned.
But the fear and insecurities want him banned.
Somewhere the hope doesn’t want him to misunderstand.
Because he too touching the hot flames with his naked hands.