Behind the evening shadows,
Though meagre is the flow,
The candle's wick must show me:
The meaning of light.

 

O! Candle.
Against the wide-running darkness,
Slowly burn your wick.
The wick is slim and short.

 

O! Candle – By a whirlwind,
I, too, will be swept away,
To my end –
In alleys or a sea somewhere.

 

O! Candle.
Hold on to your tint.
Show me the taverns of faraway,
Through your shine.

 

The vividness adorning your glow,
Is half the horizon glowing
For me –
O! Candle.

 

With what peace your glimmer,
Will wane away,
When your hour is done –
Entices me with reason…

 

To ponder willingly
Upon my own demise.
I hang on to you,
O! Candle.

 

 

16th November 2012

                          

Geeta Chhabra