What glows is just a crimson flame
and what burns is just the fire.
A start of the end - it is life's game
and what burns is wrath and ire.
The dark smoke that mingles up
and the glow that flickers all along.
Slowly the time fills our life's cup
as devotees for blessings do throng.
As the oil lessens, the blaze wud' die
like sacrifices past generations made.
A life of heat and light - it did fully try
just as the sun sets as nature bade.
Once white wick, now it is black -
it's how nature treats one and all.
Devoted to duty keeps us on track -
till in life's winter we finally fall.
Imagine the pride the Sun takes
when onto the land of God it sees -
The duel that the flame always makes -
as it holds onto its place in the breeze.
Prasenjit©2023
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