Lubna S. Khan
(09) The Death Of A Candle - Poem by Lubna S. Khan
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
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