The wish candle !

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The wish candle !



As each year passes by
Birthday cakes that I buy,
With candles that symbolise
The number in my years specified.
An extra candle I like to light
Shutting my eyes to blow out all but my,
Extra candle with a smile
As a wishing list I epitomize !

So many birthdays gone by
Moon like cakes that I buy,
Keeping a tradition alive
Offering prayers to Artemis,
With candles that signify
Reflections like moon light !

The extra candle with passion I ignite
Lest it lose its light,
Or the smoke fail to vaporise
And reach high,
Up to the Gods in the skies !

What a bounty I can recollect,
Blowing with my candles a bag full of wishes that I could select.
From candies to toys,
From dresses, shoes to boys !
From exam results to professional successes and employs !

Moon cakes now I buy
For my daughter, love of my life,
And as candles I light
A very different wish my heart likes,
Of smiles, happiness, good health and simple joys
I wish for her to enjoy.
No frills, frocks and fancies !
But a garden of fragrant pansies !
I wish for her unlike
The wish candles that I used to light !

Dr. Guncha Gupta
22-5-2019

Comments

  1. Dr KuldeepMay 22, 2019 at 12:20 AM

    Nice

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  2. UnknownMay 22, 2019 at 1:20 AM

    A poem that tells the truth about human life although on first reading it seems to be a poem about birthday celebrations and birthday wishes.When we r young we wish for all types of worldly pleasures for ourselves but when we have children,we wish that they grow into simple,humble and carefree persons A beautiful poem,indeed!

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  3. HARISHMay 22, 2019 at 3:24 AM

    Very beautiful

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