Candle In The Wind Poem by Dipro Azad

Stand in my shoes, I so dare you
And feel things of which you never knew
You would hesitate to fly and cling to dirt
For the higher you fly, the worse the falls hurt.
If you would dare, you can hear other's thoughts;
A bit of pity and the question- What are the odds?
One might ask- What would you call an acrophobic bird?
Why a loser! A burnout, or say, a blank identity card!
At times, words will fail you, thoughts may choke you,
The eyes of the sea will stare at you with false ruth,
It takes all your nerve and sinew to hold them at bay
And pray, they perchance see the tremors, the truth.
How does feel to be the moon in a lonely sky-
With no stars, no clouds to talk and wave by?
To be a candle in the wind, to burn so dim and thin?
Trust me you don't, don't want to know what these mean.