Poetry

Candle

Candle – it glows like life.

It flickers like our flickering faith

And shimmers like our shimmering hope.

It grows like our aspirations

And stands steady – like our sometimes calm lives;

Only to encounter the storm

And struggle to survive –

It fights like we do

And lives too…

We celebrate – it glows;

We mourn – it glows;

In temples, in altars it glows;

In the solitude of memorials it glows.

And it burns when it glows –

With every flicker and shimmer,

With every fight and struggle,

It burns and it glows.

Towards its end it glows.

Candle – it glows like life.

And it dies like life…

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