Lamp or candle, now it's your turn.
Be it small or big, will matter not -
One life to shine, it's all you got.
Like the wavering of steady fire -
with glowing hue, face wrath and ire.
A drop of molten wax will churn
as a trapped soul suffers in an urn.
The torments that you now bear,
will help others to ease and fare.
A white wick will surely turn black;
It's life teaching an uncanny knack.
As dripping grease gathers at base,
so w'd your experience at end of race.
Prasenjit©2022
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