Against the black of the night it stands
With a golden halo around its head
Soft, pure, white, fragile
With a touch of blue and a shimmer of red
But its beauty is short-lived
As it painfully dies
Drop by drop, till it breathes its last
Leaving behind its warmth and a shadow of its golden light
No, it is not a martyr that I speak about
But one just the same
A sacrifice unmatched
Let me reveal to you its name
This poem in an ode to a candle
'An ordinary candle' - a question no doubt
Losing its life to light a thousand more
Yes, a candle is what I write about.
Note - Dug this out from an old diary, dated 2005. Happy Diwali everyone - may the light within you match the glow of a hundred candles and may you brighten this dark world with your radiance and warmth.
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