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THE FADED FLAMES (Poem)


 TESTAMENT OF TWO CANDLES


Beneath faded lights, a thousand tears rained 

As reality takes no path but two entangled

Which pedigrees, a true-lies:

Tales of a nation where darkness becloud day

Servitude, a serape over Serbhood.


I bear treatment of two unequal candles

At our political Olympus; both weight

A fragrance of truth in my heart

And the very depth of existence, our reality.


One, a black, able bodied and rooted

With two glancing eyes- occupies a lots

To itself in size, but to illumination lost.


The other, a white, slim bodied,

Stand at the feet of former,

With a weary eye.

If thread has proves, lustre 

Of fire, burning the former down.


If I must tell the truth of the matter

Brooded at the scale of my heart,

That height, status, leadership without light

Is like a salt without its sweetness,

Or faith without work.


But before you these candles are,

We can to different interpretation, give

But the fertility of light should not be marred

By the retrogressive stand of darkness.


A toothless bulldog is a "matter

Which has weight and occupies space"

But has no effect as watchdog.

Politics without light is dead.


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