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Aug 2014
I am born out of
wax and wicker.
Used by the old
and young alike.
I have seen centuries go by.

Yet age has not affected me
I am the life of an evening
spent outside
At times I am the last
hope of pupils studying by the night.

I lighten 'nd brighten others life
as mine goes by
Till the last flame
I arise hope,
and then die.
Niharika Sharma
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Niharika Sharma
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