Friday, May 26, 2006

The Candle

Serene, white and flowing,
Her gown of wax...
She is erect and bold,A woman in her modest youth.
Suddenly - a spark lights her up,
And she blushes with orange - strangely...
Flakes of blues...
Turn her mellow...
Wild - creeps in...
Her flame betrays!
With the attracting currents-
The flame trembles...
Her flame extinguishes:
With the emerging black soul.
Now, here she stands...
Disfigured - broken - cold!
Her soul is burnt!
Look - what he has done!
The darkness is intensified -
She is breathless - lost in void!

1 comment:

Vasudha Pande said...

Beautiful poetry.