THE LAST CANDLE IN THE DARK

 In a world where shadows grew too tall,

Where silence wrapped around us all,

A single flame began to glow,

Small in size, yet warm in flow.

It lit no palace, warmed no throne,

Yet reached the hearts that felt alone,

A whisper said, “Though night is long,

A gentle soul can still be strong.”

The candle wandered, step by step,

Through alleyways where sorrow slept,

And offered light to tired eyes,

Who’d long forgotten morning skies.

Each hand it touched, it left a flame,

No need for wealth, no need for name,

And one by one, the darkness learned,

That kindness, too, can be returned.

Though winds would howl, though rain would fall,

The candle fought to stand through all,

For every flicker that it gave,

It found another heart to save.

And when at last the dawn awoke,

The candle’s gentle fire broke,

Not into ash—but countless lights,

That healed the world from endless night

                                            Aqib Hussain