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A melting Candle

In shadows' tender, muted dance, I find,
A melting candle, in solitude confined,
Its waxen tears of amber grace,
Mingle with the night in an intimate embrace.

Beneath the moon's soft, silken glow,
It weeps and sighs, a silent woe,
A solitary sentinel in the darkest hour,
A testimony to time's relentless power.

The flame that once burned fierce and bright,
Now flickers gently, surrendering its fight,
Yet, in its demise, a beauty does unfold,
A story of life's mysteries, untold.

Each droplet that cascades like liquid gold,
Whispers secrets of tales untold,
Of love and longing, of hopes and fears,
As it surrenders to the passage of years.

The room is bathed in a soft, warm hue,
As the candle's essence bids adieu,
A testament to life's transient grace,

In the quiet surrender of this sacred space.

So, in this melting candle's tender plight,
I find a reflection of life's fleeting light,
A reminder to cherish each passing day,
Before it too, like wax, melts away.

Tunir Wabhitkar
Mechanical Engineering
2021-25

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