Candle Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL
Candle
The candle burnt itself
Giving light to see around
All things in th room,
From time immerorial,
Like the life of a human,
The wick being the soul
And the wax being the body,
Slowly melting away,
A little wax remaining,
Like the body of a man,
The wick burning early,
Like the soul leaving early,
But taking nothing in return,
For its bright life made'
For people who are thankless.
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