Bibin Antony


A Candle

A candle floating always knows,
The danger of dying in what it flows;
The current gently carries it along,
The wind offering a melancholy song.

The gentle breeze feeds vigorous life,
The water laps at the side - the sharpest knife;
Flickering flames throws shadows into the night,
The wick chokes under the fire's might.

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