Saturday, 18 April 2015

Flames

Our lives are like candle wicks
Where one could choose to either
Burn intensely but die quick
Or live to die an ordinary fire

Not only did she choose the latter
Bringing sparks to extinguished hopes
But also rekindled the flames of many another
And showed the light to darkened souls

Her radiance made others burn
Making them envy her exuberance
Her downfall they did yearn
And to feed her to the Darkness

So they made the Shadows follow her
And Unwantedness crept in from behind
Till Loneliness ultimately took over
For Nightmares to keep her awake at night

She was a victim to their vicious game
Destroyed and lost, she soon gave in
And when they finally had their way
Rejoiced, that she'd never shine again

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  1. Udayananda18 April 2015 at 19:06

    Well may I quote one of my favourite poet.......
    “This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.”
    ― Walt Whitman

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