As if I am the candle
For long it had been lit
Flaming, burning without any error
Tis enlightening and acknowledged.

For time this blind process
I faithfully climbed.
This time, the passion & the progress
I fail to align.

Yes! for time I had been lit
I am smoking & I am singed.
The heat, the fire all were set
But sorry for I
Not started melting yet.

For now I realise
the burns I endured, the mould I shaped
Is not what my Heart desired and craved.
And the mistaken Fire for long that I hold
Has rendered my heart so cold so cold.