Santosh Kumar Biswa - WHITE DOVE

White Dove
An Anthology of Love, Peace, Fidelity and Humanity by Santosh Kumar Biswa
The Candle
You're the one who gaits to outpour tied and aflare
And the thawing wax to avalanche in grief,
The majestic fire to dissemble until the closing,
Swollen to fudge with its head of magic trick.
The docile cool breeze does arrive to aid
For long-life and the best way to read, being prospicient.
The lazy candle, but upheld the warmth tight,
Lost in itself to be liberated from being jelled
For the envy that lives in to stream like honey.
Alas! The fire seizes to perch, no ego to remain.
So does our life, like the sun that rise and band
And the minute haste fast to grasp your juvenility
Like the dethawed wax your youthfulness melts
For not to retrospect, but of swelled head to subsist
And to conk out unrealized with no wishes to assemble.
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