When I held a fat slab of wax in blistering fire; it

painstakingly melted as the passionate flames kissed

its dainty periphery; eventually reducing to a pool of

solitary liquid,’

When I held a trunk of seasoned wood in blazing waves

of orange fire; the timber mercilessly charred into embers of raw ash; as the seconds unveiled by and the

heat augmented to tumultuous proportions, When I held a mountain of blank paper in the menacing

swirl of the pugnacious fire; all that was left of

them was profoundly black soot; inconspicuous threads

of fluff as the vicious plumes licked them from all

sides,

When I held a field of silky cotton in the sweltering

ball of fire; the magnificent cloth evaporated into a

thick cloud of white smoke; blended with the open sky

as the fire galloped at the fire galloped at fierce

pace, When I held a dungeon of gold biscuits and jewels in

the belligerent hell of fire; all that remained after

a few seconds; was a golden stream of orphaned pale

yellow; that floated unceremoniously through the

granules of soil,

When I held a cluster of ravishing fruits and

succulent berries in the heart of the vindictively

escalating fire; there was onerous difficulty to

search even for the seeds; a few minutes after the

hostile flames attacked from all sides,

When I held a conglomerate of coiled wires in the

ominous conflagration of unrelenting fire; all that

was left after a while was dilapidated fragments of

shattered metal; overwhelmingly disrupted by the

towering heat,

When I held a cabin of scintillating glass in the

forest of inexorably savage fire; the same people who

used to throng it incessantly to admire their

tantalizing silhouettes; now ran miles away after

sighting their horrendously distorted reflection,

When I held a fleet of swanky automobile in the center

of the whirlwind speed fire; there was a deafeningly

thunderous bang that occurred; and what once seemed to

be the princely cavalcade of cars now exploded and

disappeared into plumes of black smoke,

When I held a festoon of scarlet roses in the

repugnant blanket of brutal fire; all that remained

after fractions seconds of time was inconspicuous

globules of ash; and the scent which was once

supremely redolent now resembled that emanating from

the morbid graveyard,

When I held an ocean of sweet milk in flamboyant wisps

of fire; an obnoxiously burnt stench blended with the

still atmosphere; and the solvent which once was

ubiquitously known all round the globe for its

superlatively salubrious properties; the impregnable

strength it imparted after consuming it; now appeared

like threateningly dark paint dribbling down slowly

from the walls,

When I held a sac of robust potatoes in the thick of

fulminating fire; all that I got to eat after an hour

was gruesomely charred stone; pathetic slices of dust

that arose in bountiful amounts all around,

When I held the majestic tusks of elephant in the

throes of the animatedly leaping fire; all that

remained after a day was diminutive shells of utterly

hopeless despair; being swept away with even the most

tiniest draught of wind,

When I held the royal castle in the middle of the

agonizingly volatile fire; the place replicated a

barren farmland after a few days; and people

trespassing around thought that something fresh needed

to be constructed; that some crops needed to be

freshly sowed,

When I held the exorbitantly opulent bank in the

agitated island of springing fire; the unfathomable

notes of currency wailed in inevitable gloom; and what

was once a colossal storehouse for satisfying the most

infinitesimal of people’s needs; now lay buried

several feet beneath the dust,

When I held an insurmountably long rope of tangy

toothpaste in the entrenchment of boiling fire; there

initially wafted an incomprehensibly poignant aroma in

the air; soon to be replaced by winds of rotten fish

scent,

When I held a mammoth box of matchsticks in the body

of venomously rising fire; there reverberated a noise

that was greater than a thousand bombs; as the sticks

incinerated instantaneously into a cloudburst of

unending flames; irrevocably refraining to subside,

When I held a billion follicles of mesmerizing hair in

the belly of acrimoniously stringent fire; the

resultant fibers that came out were so profoundly

scarred; that even the ghoulish faced witch refrained

to adorn them,

But when I held me and my beloved in the core of the

same treacherous fire; its flames no doubt pulverized

our bodies to a pair of frugal bones; but were simply

not enough make even the slightest of dent on our

immortal love; the perpetual harmony and bliss in

which our souls existed for unsurpassable times

together; even after our death…