It was a beautiful night,
Twinkling stars formed a beautiful sight….
The stillness of night hovered around,
The challenge for its darkness was nowhere to be found…..
Just then, I saw a terrific battle,
Such was the impact that everything seemed to rattle;
But it wasn’t a battle waged by the king,
It was only a tiny candle fighting for its own being…….
The candle burned itself,
& the rays challenged the darkness far & wide;
In spite of the fact that
the candle was lonely & there was none by its side…..
The beautiful rays of illumination,
are great messages of inspiration…..
Howsoever, is frightful darkness’s sight,
Victory always comes with a zealful fight.
There are still many lessons of life to be learned,
The candle taught me as it burned;
The drops that burned & melt,
Have victory written under their belt.
The night has been conquered, the candle thought,
That was big mistake, as in a gush of wind, it was caught….
It struggled to its utmost strength, to keep itself alive,
but it knew that battle was over & end was in its sight;
The candle blew out & fell on the ground,
Smoke filled the air & darkness engulfed everything all around.
But the fragrance of the battle still is in the air,
& the memories continue to sparkle in my eye…
The battle remains as a song on my lips,
as the wind blows with burden of loss and a huge sigh!!
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