By Karan Sood
In a dark silent night, I was in study and reading,
All of a sudden light went off and my foot was leading.
I began to search for the candle to lighten the place,
It was somewhat like a transition phase.
As I lit the candle, I wondered what a glory,
The candle with a wick in it is a good story.
The wax is a protection and gives wick a support.
The wick burns itself to light no matter how hot.
I could hear the wick say, “I burn myself for the ambience that surrounds,
I bear the pain of burning, shortening my life to be around.
But then this is for what I am made, burning is my fate,
I die burning, burning and burning no matter how late.”
As I stood there, adoring the wick and its passion,
A sharpened pencil on the table caught my attention.
The pencil lead that was peeping out seemed to say,
“I have a similar fate for service, this is how I pay,
I bear the pain of sharpening, knowing my life would end,
This is what I do, ‘To keep writing and come to an end’”.
Cool breeze from the window shook the wick and it swayed,
It withstood the breeze and firm like a mountain stayed.
I glimpsed at the candle wick which still burnt bright,
Smilingly I turned to the pencil as if to say, “See what a plight?”
Standing there I wondered why? why am I in such a situation?
What have I to do with this candle and pencil equation?
Just then I thought to pay circumstances a heed,
To understand the hidden message is the need.
In this fleeting time, as the candle's flame flickers bright,
And the pencil wears down, both losing their fight.
Though their bodies may shorten, their purpose is clear,
In service to others, they conquer their fear.
Wick lightens the places, writings from lead enlighten the minds,
Both are unique and serve in as their own respective kinds.
Let us as humans cultivate such thoughts,
In the worldly desires let's not be caught.
So let us embrace this cycle of giving,
With each sacrifice made, a richness of living.
For in the act of lighting and crafting a thought,
Lies a legacy of love that cannot be bought.
Together we stand, like the wick and the lead,
Creating a warmth, as our spirits are fed.
In the quiet of night, may our hearts take a stand,
To share our own light, to lend out a hand.
For life is but a candle, burning ever so bright,
A journey of shadows, transforming through light.
So let us not falter, nor shy from our role,
To burn for each other and heal every soul.