Once upon a silent night
I was taken to a world
Where i saw candles in profussion
Burning in rows
Some with light
Many without
Standing at different height
I was my dad's
Whose wax had long exhausted
Beside it, my mum's
Whose flame still scud in lonliness
I was heart stroked
When i heard a stentorian scream
And echoes far beyond
Of one whose candle just fell off
I saw mine
Burning fast in fold
One day, i thought
You too shall be off
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