We are like a candle and the light symbolizes the span of our life we live in. The duration of our life is as insignificant and uncertain as the light of the candle. The candle burns, but quite incoherently . Sometimes bleak, sometimes bright;sometimes the ray tries to rise up its highest point, sometimes bows down and starts where from it began.;sometimes a sudden wind tries to blow its flame, but it stands unextinguished like a triumphant. . . . .like a spirit not to be bend by any unpleasant circumstances . But what are these unpleasant things that come its way? ImWhat about the darkness lies hidden beneath the candle. The darkness. . . . . the gloom. . . . . as deep as an cave…..as dull as a corpse. The darkness tries to annihilate the light by its deep darker hue. The light can not be penetrated by the darkness . The war continues . . . . till the last spark of the light. . . . till hope remains within the candle. How much it tries to resist, ultimately ends up absorbing by its own flame and loosing itself into that deadly abyss.
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