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