The protruded pink candle
Was so beautiful to see.
The yellow hue of its flame
Was the brightest it could be.
It was the new moon day
And darkness was winning.
Light was no where on the Earth
But the candle was still shining.
I lit it up and darkness fled
Like a nightmare would flee.
And the burning, melting body
Of the candle I could see.
The screaming candle melted, perished
And fader the light became.
The last flame brought tear to my eye
As the Death of the candle came.
9th of May 2006
lubna, i just want to know, why candle, and why candle only inpaire you, nice very deep, backup, fiveup, xx abid
Dear Lubna, I read out ur poem is having a very obvious and nice Xpression. Good. Keep it up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a candle burning to death...martyrdom...for, losing life, it helps drive out all the nightmares around you...a dropp of tear in gratitude...aptly placed this poem has deeper meaning... human life in this world is like a candle burning out to nothing imparting light to those drear and near around...the word pink adds to the sincerity…of the candle or unselfish life...good write, Lubna… i give you 10