Like a candle

A lone candle burns in the darkness
reaching out with supple golden rays,
to a world so vile and ruthless
yet knowing all, its burning still…

A guide to the vagrants , who lost their ways
a warmth to the shivering souls , thriving on decay,
a silent prayer at  god’s shrine
promising all, its burning still…

A serene friend, that melts away
unnoticed and uncared
wiping the cold and darkness
with glow divine, its burning still…

And when departure beckons for its life
and the flames fickle with the  wind,
to brighten the world, to the last it strives
and dies away gently, burning still…