I carefully notice the candle sometime. I watch it burns to death while it enlightens others. But when I look at the place where it stands I find life’s greatest tragedy. Where it stands I see only darkness. Some people are like candles. They make themselves the reason for other’s happiness yet their own roots lie in the darkest place and they end up in nothing eventually.
N.B. It has already published through my instagram account @kazi.mustakim56
copyright protected © 2016