CANDLES


When the candle melts, it's a blubbering mess,
Yet it's purpose is to chase away the darkness,
Why do we give it's importance so less,
While it's impact is endless,
In a world so self-obsessed,
Try to emulate the candle's greatness,
It lights up even for the ignorant and mindless,
It burns fiercely with dignity and brightness,
Alas, does it still need so much importance?
It made sense in the stone age era
Where it had its significance,
Now it's just a decorating piece in a room,
filled with fragrance.

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