'I am that light
that candle
which
is lit
not by matches
but
by flames of those
who self ignite
reading my
in-core
delight'
be happy all poets
will ye
I am the candle that burns me inside to give light to others... excellent....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am the candle Not lit by matches But smouldering hearts Rotten by malice Until slander win. Forget it all oh Soul! Much is yet to acquire Other than that is sold Nothing is dearth Until we have spirit To achieve more. Well woven words. Awesome.great work.