Burning Candles Poem by ARSHAJ GAIKWAD

And into the night,
As the moon's face turns.
The sight of delight,
As the sky begins to churn.
When the Sun has died,
Now it is your turn.
The candles are now,
Beginning to burn.

There is a pride,
For long, i have to earn.
This isn't me, right,
The me, I left, was fun.
It is now time to open,
The page I left unturned,
There's someone within,
Telling me to be certain.

Its time to subtle,
As amblers don't lead those steps.
With candles now burning within,
Into these abyss deapths.
Abysmal though this storm may seem,
We cant abort and rest.
For its not always that we do see,
The Sun. at its Best...!