Candle in the dark
palash

[Author's Note: An instagram account had put an image prompt asking for submissions. Somehow the image struck a chord with me and I wrote these lines. One of the few hopeful ones, I guess. My dad is old, and thankfully still with me, but he lives far away in kolkata. I miss him.]
When I was but a little boy,
quite restless and small.
My dad told me something nice,
after looking deep into my eyes.
When the room gets dark,
and there is rain on the window sill.
In the middle of a cold december,
these words my son, do remember.
It doesn't take much light,
to turn everything around.
The whole room be instantly bright,
if only one candle be found.
I miss you dad.
