I am still burning in the dark of night.
The flames are touching the sky, while the smoke engulfs the universe.
The dogs have taken shelter in cow sheds, while the cows are running here and there.
In the grasslands, the rainwater is evaporating.
In the paddy fields, dreams are ripening.
In the homes, hearts are burning, while on the roads, the stillness haunts all.
The sparks are visible in the dark to raise the living dead.
A pack of wolves in the lonely field are teaming up.
In the middle of the night, I am still burning.
My belongings become ash and I throw ash into the air to fall on the earth.
The ash produces more belongings and the chain continues for a long time.
In this way, I remain burning and growing.
But in reality, I am still burning.
My other one watches me burning.
To know the intensity of the fire.
But burning is my behaviour, I still burn.
In the dark nights, I am still burning.