The candle burns throughout the night,
The dark background highlights the smoke,
and then engulfs it in itself,
as if my thoughts made a gentle stroke.
The effigy burns, everyday,
Protest, sorrow, expectations, frustration,
all these things shine brightly in this fire,
and after a while, go down without liberation.
A paper burns, and with it, burns the ink,
Slow and steady, glows so bright,
Dies down slowly, partially burnt,
The wind carries it with all its might.
A heart burns, rough and sorrowful,
coz of a giant tide that swept happiness away,
The mind consoles the spirit within,
that the burnt portion will heal someday.
_Love and Peace