Like the candle in the wind
I burn against the formidable
Struggling so much its suffocation
I learn to cherish the candle.
So powerful is the force
So tiring is its push and pull
Hardly stabilizing the grip
I light the gloomy dull.
Piercing thro’ thick murky-space
I put up a glow in the vacuum
So fatal is the cut I cut
That all enlightened rush to plume.
Like the candle in the wind
I burn all night in my plight
No heart consoles my guilt
I solely bear the blaming right.
And slowly melting in my flesh
Sip by sip I penetrate the soil
From where no flame returns
But turnips unwillingly boil.
A.S.M. Shamim Miah
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/candle-in-the-wind/
