Monday, 24 November 2014

MEMORY OF A BURNING CANDLE













Dr Sudhansu Dash






You passed away years back
Nothing else could say more
About your love
Your affection has never been a public display
But flowing in a quiet, unassuming manner
I consider myself brilliant
But no right to clip my wings
I peruse my lofty dreams
That changes every night
Instead of walking on the pitch laid by you
I am probably no where
I wish I remind my helpless past
And undo my mistakes
You dare to care me more than I consider myself
You risked more than that is thought safe
You dream more than the practical
Expected me more than what I am possible
In a silent way
I do not want the glow and warmth to go

To be a living legacy of my burning candle.

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