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I Wanted to be a Candle

I wanted to be a candle
Bright with a flame
Lighting up the face
Of the movement.

I wanted to be a candle
Ablaze inbetween fingers
Of a fiery envoy
Of justice.

I wanted to be a candle
Alight all its life
The harbinger of light
In dark times.

I wanted to be a candle
I had felt the fire inside
But when I looked into a mirror
I saw a Matchbox instead.

My small colourful self
Carries not one but several flames
Matchsticks for each occasion
For every injustice in the way.

My fire is contagious
It is the spark before the flame
I am meant to light the candles
I was born to inspire the change.
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  1. Animesh Sharma2 July 2019 at 06:10

    😮

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  2. Drishti Baid2 July 2019 at 06:57

    This is so beautiful, can't think of anything that describes you better!

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  3. Archit garg2 July 2019 at 07:00

    Such a powerful poem meru 👏

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  4. Unknown2 July 2019 at 07:14

    Beautiful ❤️

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  5. Arushi2 July 2019 at 10:08

    So cool. I guess you lit me up too.

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  6. Amit Nair2 July 2019 at 21:01

    I didn't know if it still existed
    That I was still in the game
    But now I'll pen things down
    Thanks to your flame :)

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