A Candle

I am incandescence
A light unto darkness
That fills a dim room
And illuminates it up
I am the only hope
For those villages
Without much electricity
But ignited young minds
I am a burning flame
That brings illusions
To a blinking eye
Like a fluttering butterfly
I am like a mini furnace
Blasting fumes in the air
Molding different patterns
And dissolving in nick of time
I am a medium
For prayers…; for meditation
I bring calmness
To the seekers mind
I am a harbinger of romance
Of undying passion
Of mysticism
Of many mysteries
I am an aura in itself
Made from wax
Melting away …
I am a candle.
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That is a beautiful ode to the Candle! Smiling
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