The Bright Candle - Poem by ANJANDEV ROY
The light of the candle was bright that night,
Its flame was a beautiful sight,
In his room a man alone was reading a delightful story
And enjoying its great glory.
Gradually the friendly light became brighter
Allowing the reader to read it with more pleasure;
The man was deeply impressed by the story
And soon he fell asleep while reading it merrily.
Next morning he saw no trace of the candle light,
Being shocked he immediately thought
There had been certainly an intruder in the previous night.
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