She, the Flame That Builds Tomorrow

By Faiyaz Takrim

I saw in her a silence vast and deep, 

A calm where restless dreams could gently sleep. 

She walks in grace, with fire in her stride, 

A beacon bold, in whom the stars confide. 

Her presence flows like waves upon the shore, 

Each wave a spark, the silence won’t contain. 

She stirs the stagnant dust of idle days, 

And plants in hearts a thousand wiser ways. 

Not just a muse, she is the force that wakes—The phoenix fierce that from its ash remakes. 

Through veils of dark, with clarity serene, 

A lighthouse lit where hope had never been. 

Immortal not by time, but by her spark, 

She leads the world from ruin to the arc. 

For in her light, the lost have found their name, 

And built from shadows—dreams, and love, and flame. 

By Faiyaz Takrim