I have been walking on the burning coal.
Nothing hurts,nothing being felt.
The winds passing by.
The heaven is calling out loud,
While the doors of hell beneath lie.
The sky: a pink blanket of roses,
The ocean: a blue mattress with golden laces.
Sun entering the ocean land,
I feel sudden touch of soft sand.
With water washing the coal burns.
This is how life is
A fiery path to blaze the hardships,
And stronger from the ashes you stand.
-Tanisha Raskar
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