By Shivam Kumar
I saw a person in the same disguise,
looking straight into my eyes.
Strange: it wasn't me this time.
He had a fire, burying itself inside,
like a dying ember, in the forest mist.
But I recognize that shimmer in his gaze.
I saw it: I saw
My strange reflection swiftly walked closer to me,
and it whispered in a mystic way,
You were meant to burn.