Want to be the candle,
Brighting other. Not the moth,
Surrenders itself.
The candle crushes,
Enlighten other, but the moth,
Burns in the love of candle.
The candle possess something,
I attract towards it.
The energy, stands to end.
The patience, burns calmly.
The love, vanishes itself, and
The light, splendouring one.
Don't want to have the moth,
Surrenders but the one,
Who brings oneself rise
To fly up.