I gazed at a candle light in twilight <br />Burning under the baluster of a churchyard <br />And its fluctuating flame in soft breeze, <br />Can be withered its wick in a wildwind. <br />But I see white doves too under the eaves <br />Fluttering its wings and muttering murmur. <br />Thou' the Priest preaching about salvation, <br />At the red-carpeted pulpit. <br />Th' Chevaliers are still indulg'd in the rain of words <br />With their fluid-filled ears and vacant hearts <br />Lo! Heart of man is the art of God. <br />But his sculptured mind is fading its purity. <br />Tho' blessings from God is still flaming for us <br />Our heart is always searching for darkness <br />And if you ne'er come closer to get the light <br />That burning for you and me, <br />It will be melted like the candle. <br />An' we'll always be wandering in curse! ! ! !<br /><br />VIPINS PUTHOORAN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blessings-26/
