Burning Candle
Life is like a burning candle
That continues to illuminate, till it is not snuffed
Fear of financial crisis turning into prestige loss and socially bluffed
Most fears are born out of a lack of confidence in self
Instead of feeding content with the skills achieved
Step up groaning and slips into inferiority gulf
Bewildered wide open the eyes this second and close the next second
Thus, go on involuntarily flickering both the eyes
Suddenly one often feels weightless
fastened into some sort of mystic environment around
Spectacles of simultaneous opening and closing of both eyes in nightmares unbound
No one is threatening, no one is fury frowning
For no apparent reason or provoking
One feels being caught in the non-existent web of horrors
Fearing own shadow in dim light
Runs few distance and returns, repeating this, again and again,
Gets exhausted fell down
Almost all of us, more or less, pass through such hallucination’s horrors
Once the victim stands still on his feet and spits out the self-inflicted horrors
Sure to stand firmly on his feet and will restart climbing
Copyright © Manoj Mathur | Year Posted 2023
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