The Wick - Visitor's Poem

by Nabeel A. Khan
(New Delhi, India)

I am a wick left in open with little fuel in it

Burning sincerely without a single wink

Don’t know how long will I survive

As the stormy wind around turns into freak

Will I wither or give the hostile squall a strong fight



I have no option but to weather it and survive

I am and will fight, burn tip to toe to push on my strive

I have no reason to live on

But to sneak you out of every dark night

You may look at many things in my light but not me

Still your presence shields me from fateful tide



I will continue to stay the blaze on

Keep your world always dazzling and lit

I have no fear but to see the dazzle around you go dim

Pray you! Fuel me before my twilight

As you only know the way to pour into me



With my plucking life I still wish to survive

Awaiting you to refill me before my wish belie

As I desire to see you always in bright

That’s why I wish to survive, survive and survive.