Sunday, May 15, 2016

Ananya Chatterjee writes

Would you?

You've seen how 
in a candle stick 
The wax never 
abandons the wick 
You ignite the wick 
Yet, it is the wax 
which dies..

All the wick does 
is grow dark 
with grief 
and hard 
with the sorrow 
of permeated pain

If I were to be a wick
Fragile and fire-facing .. 
Would you be 
my scented paraffin? 
Could ours be 
a love like that... 
Unfair yet forgiving?

Candles in the Wind -- George Mendoza

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