Your face was burnt

You were my candle; my spark,
You helped me to feel the light and escape the dark.
You were the flame of my life,
In your warmth and light, I revived.

Your smile coloured the dark patches within me,
You always held me whenever I fell free.
You were my love, the molecule of my being,
With you I never felt alone and my life seemed interesting.

But who likes me? Who likes my choice?
You were rejected in my family.
I retaliated, I intensified my voice,
But no one was ready to accept you happily.

They asked me to forget you,
And blow off that flame which you produced -
In me, my spirit and my dead hopes,
That told me to make friends out of the foes.

Obviously, I didn't lend my ears to hear them.
I ignored their pleas and orders.
I had accepted to face their whims,
Than to part from you, my lover!

Still they wished to delete you from my mind,
So they searched my room to find -
Our all snaps, letters, gifts and flowers,
Which we had exchanged after spending hours.

I stared in amazement at their hard-work,
They discarded everything which you presented me.
But they forgot one of your pictures,
Which I held in my hand confidently.

To my ill-luck, they noticed me hiding it.
They snatched it from me and ordered me to sit.
They lighted that snap which they had hunt,
And in front of my very eyes, your face was burnt!

But girl, you are still alive in all my dreams.
I love you pure and I'd never be able to forget you, it seems.
I don't care even if the entire world is against us,
Because my world is you and you are my lust!