Candle...

 

(Based on the Theme from ‘In the Night Garden…’ by Andrew Davenport)

 

Candle, burning in the dark night,

Dark as the lost passions which failed to ignite…

The feeble flame dances in its solitary wick,

The broken clock goes on: tick, tock, tick…

 

Wishes lost, floating in an endless void…

Of once what was a happy and sublime sky – enjoyed

those moments of Jesu’ joy,

Now all are gone – except the little candle of the boy.

 

The boy just stared into the darkness

Of violence and intolerance, and

he shudders at the thought of his bleak future –

He cries in his room – dark and bland…

 

Candle, burning in the nocturne…

Where all died out of pain and shame and cold fright…

The feeble flame flickers in the bleakness…

Reminiscent of the happy memories this world had.

 

Memories of golden, mellow orchards…

Memories of the joyous, rhythmic streams…

All seem to belong to an era.

Hell, where we are now – lost in time?

 

Hatred burns and kills down everyone,

The last moments of peace are lost…

Now darkness prevails, whispers of

those golden days – now but merely a ghost…

 

Candle, burning in this dark night,

Burning despite hatred winds howl by…

Shine, oh shine little candle…

Bring back those moments of Jesu’ joy…

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M.Macabre

15.11.2020

Dedicated to: Soumitra Chatterjee (who passed away today...R.I.P. Sir. You played an excellent cinematic innings), Andrew Davenport