The Candle

 

I am a candle, and I am born to shine,

to burn from set to rise, is only work of mine.

 

in the night, when the darkness is stronger than light,

I put fire in my chest to make the world bright,

I burn, to save you from the evil,

 to give you the feeling of warmness, power of truth to fight.

 

sometimes I think, that why it happens,

why I have to burn for others, as they themselves can,

why they need any help to awake them from sleep,

as they themselves can,

should I revolt for this, and demand for life with all melodies,

but when night settles, and dawn arrives, my head drops from shame,

I just shines for few hours and for few rooms,

but he, forever and for all,

 

God has created this world, and divided the roles,

He chosen me for the purpose, and I have to do it,

without any demands and returns, to achieve the goals.

 

This make me relax, but still I feel sad,

When I see parents want to make their children a rich man,

some wants to make then doctors, some managers,

why don’t they try to make them a man,

a great man, a candle.

 

I will burn for few more hours,

make few more night bright, and will be over,

in fact all the previous had done the same,

but all nights had brightness winning over the dark,

all the nights have been enlightened and defended the dark,

and it will happen for all the coming nights,

another candle will burn and the process will continue,

it will continue till either will prevails.

 

till now every time a candle like me finishes,

all thinks this is the end of brightness,

they even cop up with darkness,

but again dawn comes, again sun rises

again a candle is born and again a candle burns.

 

Arpit Gattani

07/25/1999