By: Rizwana Sultana

Burning its wick,
Shrinking its size,
It wails and wails,
And mourns and cries,
Melts away in woe and sorrow,
And ultimately kills itself,
Giving out its golden flame,
Dripping tears on the shelf.
The solid life finally,
Turns to liquid,
And disappears with a shapeless end,
As the wick of life burns.
The more you cry in life
The worse you make its journey,
So never follow a candle’s path,
Shedding tears of monotony.
If you want to live long,
And enjoy life more,
Let go of the sad memories,
And don’t open life’s sad door.