A humble candle’s flame was haunting the darkness engulfing
broader landscape
It was agitating the enemies of enlightenment
whose restlessness was borne
in the hot air huffed and puffed
every now and then
The pencil rays of light
was enough not just to expose the
ruthless and gruesome faces,
but to identify a way of hope, too
in the din of deafening noises of obscurantism
Not that the candle was unaware of
its ever melting stature
Rather conscious it was of its
self-chosen task and
was a willing participant in that process
Forces of hatred and venomous politics
were hell-bent on foreclosing the
humble glow spreading across the
darker space and were
enraged that their giant shadows were
cast on the walls by its smiling presence
Alas, the blackened wick turns smoky
as the flame is put off by an
avenging blow of air by the
devilish mouths
But, the falling candle had already lit
a million candles whose
united flame gets ready to
drive out the darkness and
torch the hatred once and forever.
And for the moment,
they glow, in silence,
remembering the sacrifice
of that unique, humble, unassuming
candle, thy name is, Dhabolkar ...
( The writer’s email: sv.venu@gmail.com )
