Candle

Slowly you die

Giving the lights of the heart.

The time slowly moves on,

You melt and get finished.

You, the light of love,

You, the light of protest.

You, the light of purity,

You, the light of new horizon;

But, what you get-

A gentle peaceful death!

You pour the brightness over earth,

But you yourself will come to a full stop.

Silently you die,

Nobody cares for you.

The last flame of you

Is just like cries of the haven't,

The cries of the tortured,

The cries of the nothing,

The cries of under-the-feet-s,

The cries of the harassed;

Those cries will never be heard,

Once they fall

In the lap of death- the end of you.