The Candle

All the lights went off
Oh! what darkness
I lit a candle in my room
A spark of light
Disturbing the confidence of darkness
Isn’t it amazing? A small candle
A bit of light
Suddenly a moth came straight
Towards the light
Burned her wings
She could not fly
She fluttered helplessly
She didn’t fear the light
To her it was a bit of light
But which sparked her life
She lay helpless on the ground
No more flying for her
Until she gets a new pair of wings
I hope she would not direct
Herself again towards the light
Of a small candle
Which produces just a bit of light
Conquering your darkness.