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– Ashutosh Upadhye
What an intriguing relationship they share: the candle and the moth
They’re strangers in arid daylight.
They’re companions when darkness is all in the sight.
Love is bewildering they say, love is splintering they say,
It is enigmatic and obvious, it is obscure and pure.
The submission is so sacred, driven by the appetite for love
Off goes the moth, guided by the warmth of love and flames of wrath
The candle casting a spell, flickering its flame
The nearer he goes, the more he glows
In a voluted path, Incineration taking over his mind.