The candle

THE CANDLE

A lonely unlit candle

I stand cold and bare

for I have no brightness and charm

and no light to share.

Strong and tall I stand very still

but this strength is a lie

I slowly become an old facade

as each day passes by.

Seeing others burning brightly

with which I can't live and cope

for I rely on the matches 

and the striker is my only hope.

Then one day a flame touches the wick

it burns with a sudden spark

colors are added to the world around

as I touch every point and mark.

All the darkness is faded away

all the terrors are gone

now my life is filled with light

there is no trace of sadness or fright!
-Samarpita Mahadani