POEM 328: I KILLED A BABY FLAME

this is a sad tale,

on the day that marked my tenth year
on this ever-spinning ball of life,
on the table, sat a cake
in the similitude of book, shaped

'make a wish', they said,

I leaned over, all set,
my lips broke in tiny smile curves,
and the words streamed down like rain
from rusty rooftops

I made a wish,

and stared at the flame
dancing recklessly, beautifully,
on the tip of a yellow candle,

I told the candle flame I loved it
and killed it in the same breath

that night, I died with her,

every flicker of light in me,
like vapour in the wind,
found their way into oblivion

adieu, baby flame

#365DaysOfPoetry
#Pengician #SSA

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