Just somebody like a candle's wick,
Somebody in the darkest aisle,
Somebody who would brighten all lives,
But even with all the light,lives in the darkest abode,
Somebody like the small black wick,
Without which the candle can shine it's thing,
Without which the place won't light and shine,
But not a jot of ablaze for itself.
Just somebody in the eternal crepuscule,
Not to be brightened even when there is light emitted,
Can;t ever have any light even with the closest light,
Only to be burnt for others to see and smile.
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Khamoshiyaan
PoetryTHE VOICE OF SILENCE. Sometimes silence describes a situation far better than words ever will, Sometimes a strange set of words describe paints it years later; The limits are set and broken by the words , The reticence ,muteness and reserve let out...
