A burning candle full of spirit,
Positive energy surrounded it,
Burning with full enthusiasm
with a pure soul and a charming flame full of hope.
Met the night believing it to be day,
Unaware of the darkness approaching it,
Darkness started spreading its wings
but the candle full of hope never mind it.
Slowly and steadily past 10 o'clock,
darkness gained power from an unknown source,
Flame started flickering but did not loose hope.
Everything gonna be great suggested the candle,
and flame believed those words and continued to flicker,
flame swore to not to leave the hand of darkness
But slowly and steadily, it became more dark,
Flame was flickering and starving to live,
Searching for the hope which was long lost.
Died at 3 am when darkness was at its peak.
Then came the sun and held the hand of candle,
It came with a matchstick and gifted hope back to the candle,
Flame was revived back with hope,
Long live sun, long live flame,
and long live that matchstick that gave life to the flame.
Moral- no matter how strong and powerful darkness is, it has to end and Sun has to rise.
- Himani Tokas