Ye make these Ashes to burn

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Ye make these ashes to burn my dear,
Ye make this human to yearn
Ye make me strive for a goal,
Which I can't ever earn.

If it was something impossible
I'm sure I would have won it for you,
Yet winning thy hearts castle
My love I can't ever do.

Doors of thy castle are closed on me
I've waited, since an age,
these doors are as good as steep walls,
for they won't ever deviate.

I turn from human to ashes
From plant to dried out bush
This body now remains lifeless
For my heart my love ye took.

Ashes and ashes is all that I find,
There's no sign of life anywhere
Yet even these ashes will come to life,
If only my love ye care.

Love is in the air
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At His footstool
All my poems
I am not to be burnt

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