Like a candle

I burn.

Each day,

Like a candle,

Slowly,

Weakly.

If you have noticed,

The residue burns long,

Steadily,

Before the fire dies,

All of a sudden,

Just like that.

I burn this way in your love,

Each day,

Like a candle,

Slowly,

Weakly.

Will my fate be so, too?

© 2009 Rituparna Das