The Candle and the Moth

by Anwaar N. Hassan

In aimless flight, on forlorn treks,
Thought and deed'mindless wrecks
Chanced I upon thy gentle light
In breathless wonder ' silent delight.

Heart 'aflutter, mind insane,
No heed of fear or thought of pain;
Oh! silent beacon of the night,
Beckons me, thy glorious light.

That you and I be one and same
So burns the need to match thy flame
Cease thy tears for this fate of mine
Lest thou perish before my time.

23-Jan-2005

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