Saturday, February 12, 2011

You are a Candle

You start breathing when you start burning,
You keep alive because of the very wind you are fighting.
Staggering and flickering to get a hold,
If you slacken you die before you are old.
What if you are bold and you survive?
You still burn out to meet the cold…
Lighting up the dark or burning out the light
Approaching the all engulfing night
Melting into the ever growing black pile
Leaving behind a dark trail, which would stay only for a while.

1 comment:

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