I am sitting in a dark room
in a corner,
As if I was in a pensive mood
from the days of yore
Accompanying me is a tiny
candle, with a swaying
Golden dim flame.
Candle smears hazy light
over the walls creating
My own shadow behind me.
A gigantic monster behind me
also swaying with the flame,
which is playing with the breeze.
Oh, a tiny flame blown all
the black darkness inside me
onto the wall in the form of a shadow
making me a pure breathing doll.
I came to know that the dim light
is not so dim, but shaking and
fighting the monster in me
is nothing but our gorgeous 'HP'
Thank you HP.
Even small things can create great things in life. HP is so great that each poem is a small flame purifying us.