Once you are on fire

Stars twinkling at the night ,

Candle spreading the light ,

Water quenching the thirst ,

Soil laying down tight.

The star; candle; water; soil;

Did they choose this toil ?

Are their life too in the coil?

Did fate rule over their toil?

It’s the time of birth they say ,

Where the so called fate stay.

They say we are the part of play ,

We are his puppets of clay.

It’s determination I trust ,

That pulls us over the crust.

Hope is the thing to do first ,

Work until your talent burst.

Be the legend and be the cast ,

Story begins now not at past ,

You may be first or at last ,

But once you are on fire make a blast !