The flame, which once gave light and warmth, was just about to die
The bright and shiny fire was waving her good bye.
The oil and wick that kept her going, were leaving her behind
The moments that ignited her passion were just crossing her mind.
Would I end this way, leaving everyone in dark?
Alternatively, would there be something that will bring back my spark?
Should I have hope, or just give up?
Would I have enough strength to live up?
Questions were many whose answers were not yet found
However, we all know that life certainly is time bound.
Though the time might have come to let go all desire
Still my flicker seems to have enough fire
A fire enough to ignite another wick with fire of passion
Which will have its own shine to light up in its own fashion.
So, the slightest light that is left within
Will help some to let their glow begin.
Poet :- Sushma