Stiff it stood, lighted the whole room
With its own ashes, it began to bloom.
People weren’t different during the times of quarantine
Stuck under the same roof, still clinging onto the screen.
The wax was melting, the candle was in pain
It’s true, you give something up for everything you gain.
The little candle behind it was sheer imperfection
In the child’s teardrop, mother saw her own reflection.
Its not a candle that burnt today
The society is facing consequences in the same way.
Hault, stop a little, embrace the beauty as it unfolds
Fill your eyes with some treasures untold.
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