Candle to the clock which is ticking slow,
With a nudge, she said, "Watch me glow."

The clock sighed and rolled her eyes,
With a firm tone, said, "Time is running; be wise."

"But see, I'm glowing!" Candle spoke.
"Every other candle does, some even better than you," the clock added with another hand stroke.

"Isn't it fascinating I'm one of the ones which glow?" the candle said in a whining voice.
Clock ticked and spoke, "Nothing impressive, I must say; some are scented, some colored too. You're simple; being mediocre is your choice."

With time ticking, the glow got dimmer for the sight.
Candle sighed, "Since I'm not appreciated, what's even the purpose of shining bright?"

The room grew darker. Candle complains it was glowy before.
The extinguished candle whispered, "You never appreciated the light. Don't ask why the room is not bright anymore."

-Aditi Hayaran (Larkspur)