Wicked Poem by Mehreen Mujeeb

In solitude
A candle stands
Unused
Unbruised.

In a world
Charged with electricity
Switches and wires
Tie our eyes so they won't see.

When there is no electricity
In fear we cry for light
When even with bulbs
We lived in darkness.

Composure prevails
The candle wick has been lit
A tamed flame which stands alone
Slowly melts and pauses.

The smoke becomes a drug
Reflecting flashbacks in the air
We slowly start to realise.

Like a candle we melt and stand
Until our wick can no longer burn.