THE CANDLE AND THE MOTH

In aimless flight, on forlorn treks,
Thought and deed…mindless wrecks
Chanced I upon thy gentle light
In breathless wonder … silent delight.

Heart ‘aflutter, mind insane,
No heed of fear or thought of pain;
Oh! silent beacon of the night,
Beckons me, thy glorious light.

That you and I be one and same
So burns the need to match thy flame
Cease thy tears for this fate of mine
Lest thou perish before my time.

~Anwaar N. Hassan~