Candle

In continuation to my string of eight-liners :)

Each night with the arrival of the moon
On the corner table of my room,
The sleek solitary candle stem
Is lighted to give a luminous flame

Some see it every night and say
It is dying, the wax will melt away
I look at the bright light it gives,
Death is near but what a life it lives!!!

- Anki
24th Nov '05

Found this picture in one of my old mails. Couldn't help relating it to a poem I wrote once.