Tiny light speckled from the sun,
The candle lights up,
It gathered the moonlight and the
dust,
A life is born,
Fresh, untouched
Memories start to flicker in the
flame,
Counting the footsteps, journeys,
Victories, arguments and blames
And then a shadow,
Creaked opened the door,
Slowly strolling towards the candle,
Cigarette lighted up from the flame,
The smoke of the candle,
Twirled and curled up in such a
manner,
Hate twitching in its soul now,
Filling the spaces around,
Blisters on heart,
Blood lost its gush,
Dead between the walls of violence,
Darkness prevailing,
Travelling down his heart,
Down to the valley of affection,
Warmth, emotions and love,
The soul is all polluted now,
With greed, shallowness and lust
Now he walks towards the desert of
wilderness,
With flame in his hand,
And all they found after were,
footsteps on sand
Written By,
Ali Khan Niazi
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