The wish candle !

-
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

    ReplyDelete
  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!

    ReplyDelete
  3. HARISHMay 22, 2019 at 3:24 AM

    Very beautiful

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Morning Twilight

-
Image
Morning twilight Being with the universe is a rare gift, Reserved for those that do not drift. Dare to rise before the morning light, At the dawn twilight. Before the sun rises up in the sky, To share in unique a joy. Watch the mixing of colours, On the horizon’s canvas. As the nature paints, A sensational scenery in grey, black and white, Dawdling its brush in scattered orange sunlight. Deft brush strokes pulling out some blue, From the sky to add a purple hue. Quite a visual treat it is, To see the Master paint His masterpiece! See that orange colour, Form a hint of a semicircle where heaven and earth meet each other ! See the birds leave their cozy nests, Riding on the cloudy crest. Adding sound to the vision so far created, To an emotional experience early riser is treated. Chirping and singing such natural music, Scenery just got more attractive ! Now the breathing movements get added, From the trees that open up their branches. Creating silhouettes s
Read more

The Racehorse !

-
Image
The Racehorse ! The gallant stallion, Stands his ground. He huffs and puffs, Courage abound. He gauges the distance, While he canters around. Then changes his stance, To a gallop resound. Charges ahead, Other horses he astounds. His neck moves like a wave up and down, Jockey in the stirrup stands, to help gain ground. Stallion covers such a distance, Even the jockey confounds. Leaving the grandstand spectators, All dumbfound. He gallops till the racetrack he can lead, Opponents with their Jockeys pick up speed ! With bridled precision our stallion sped, Oh ! such a thoroughbred. To think this is his first race, No frown on his forehead can one trace. From gate to the flag, Not missing a beat. The crowds cheer this Mighty beast ! Dr. Guncha Gupta 1/5/2019
Read more

The Mummy !

-
Image
The Mummy Thousands of years In the twilight of history, A knight galloped Across the territory. Over the hills Across the desert, To woo a dame A beauty, to treasure. Many a mile he covered For many a day, To reach the castle The goal of his way. The hour was of twilight Exhaustion, slight Wonderstruck he stood Anticipating the sight. Darkness fell all around, The knight stood still... lost in reverie. Of the eyes he thought The musical laughter, The childish games The leaking shelter. A swift command to the horse With joy in his heart, Paraded ahead And gave a start. Amongst the ruins Of carved slate and stone, Rose a tomb On which an inscription shone; “In the memory of all those Who laid their lives To a fury Heaven had never unleashed before.” Shrieking like a madman He entered the tomb, And gazed at the corner Where a red bud bloomed. Pitchers and pots Antiques and dreams, Shining jewels And craftsmen’s seams. He stood like a
Read more