The tiny candle

The entire room has become dark
And is now coveted by devils.
But one small corner is an exception.....
It's devoid of every evil.

A tiny candle burns there,
Its light being too less to spread far.
Its wax has almost come to its end.
Its burning like a tiny star.

But amidst the darkness, one can feel
Thousand young candles ready to bloom.
But no light has given them life
To get the chance to enlighten the room.

The tiny candle sees everything,
And collects its remaining wax in a bundle.
It tries its best to increase its flame....
Large enough to reach those young candles.

The tiny candle knows very well
That it has not much wax to burn.
If it uses all its wax,
It will lose its life in turn.

But in order to increase its flame,
It has to use up all its wax.
It can neither stop nor wait.
To cut the darkness, its flame is the axe.

Closer and closer comes the wax,
And higher and higher goes its flame.
Weaker and weaker becomes its body.
Its sight too becomes the same.

"Burn, O wax, burn more.....
Brighten the flame from its core",
Says the candle with a feeble voice,
"This would help cure a thousand sore".

And then the last drop of wax burns,
And the flame does brightly spread,
Reaching the nearest young candle,
That's waiting to enlighten its thread.

The young candle gets a new light,
And burns brightly with great delight.
It also burns the other young candles.
Against the darkness, they actively fight.

Soon the entire room gets lighted.
All the devils get burnt in the flames
Of those thousand burning young candles.
The corpses of the devils scatter here and there.

But among the corpses of those devils,
There is yet another corpse.
This one is different from the other ones....
It seems not a cursed, but a holy one.

The corpse has a tiny burnt thread,
But not a drop of wax around.
To prove its greatness, the tiny candle,
Had left no proof to be found.

__Söuvick

(dedicated to those great people who care for the nation more than their own selves)