They said,
Be a candle,
Ignite your wick,
Let your light shine,
Piercing all darkness
As far as your ray can go
I said,
I can't be a candle,
That burns itself out.
Turning to vapours,
While giving you light.
Melting inch by inch.
Till nothing remains.
Instead,
An LED light I will be
With Powerjack and internal battery.
Illuminating your world,
Brighter than a candle
When my battery dies,
Will plug-in and recharge.
Then radiant as ever,
I will spread my light for you.
leenasind
Interesting Leena 😊😇
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My mother is a candle.And probably there are many out there like there both men and women sacrificing themselves for others.
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Yes Leena, there are so many such souls. You are blessed to have a mother like her.
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Thank you very much 😁🙏
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love your lovely poem and what a gift you share wirth your mother Leena as you are the same light. ❤️
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Thank you so much for your generous words 💗
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you are so welcome!! ❤️
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It is just beautiful!
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Thank you very much 💕
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