I am as soft as softness could be
yet I give you all warmth and heat.
I'm the beacon so that you may see,
for the weary traveller when I'm lit.
I feel pride in the way I live,
melting my heart bit by bit.
Thus, hope and light is what I give
and fade in darkness - a kingly treat.
Part of me gather at my feet
while the rest spiral in misty air.
I bow to my own self and greet
as I'm no more - keep me in your prayer.
Prasenjit©1997-2022
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