Greetings, dear readers!!!
It’s so nice to be back here after a month of exams. Yep, they’ve been late.
But anyway, to cherish my new found interests, I’ve jot down this one, and well, I suppose it’s a reality reflection.
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The wick that was once dry,
It always creaked in pain,
Inspite of complaints from the wet, used ones
It never sustained.
Now when it was at last,
Dipped in oil and greased,
It felt much better & thanked Almighty
Though it knew that end was near.
It lit up and gave off a good flame,
So bright & majestic,
It felt so proud to be the torch bearer
When others only cribbed.
The wick not just served the purpose,
That it was meant to be
But that with happiness and glee,
It lived a life of sacrifice, a martyr.
Thank you for reading, and I hope you got through what was intended.
It is such a pleasure to be a part of life of those people who lead a selfless life. What are your opinions? Please drop by and express your ideas about it. 🙂