Life Candle
Candle was lit,
It shone bright,
Flame flickered with naughty air,
The wax melted and burned,
As it fell down,
Making an uneven mound,
The wick also turned black,
And to ashes and fell down in wax,
Our lives are also same,
We are lit and do shine,
We die as much as our “wick” does,
We mellow and melt with ages,
And spread on the ground,
When dead,
As an uneven mound.
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