Each life a candle, in its built
Just some get lit, attain its goal,
Though some remain, lifelong unlit
And both have a body and a soul.
The bod's fat will melt, and be gone,
And has no light, to give to world.
The soft wick burn, like sun at noon!
And spread the light, around its world!
Be fair to burn and spread the light,
For those who just wait for some light.
And feel at home, to walk in light.
Till whole the world, get pure delight.
So let the wick the soul, to burn,
And with it shall the body, be gone!
And spread the light and free the soul.
And leave the bonds of earthy vain goals.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem