A candle is always lit at the room,
An old man lives in that house,
Whose grand daughter is no more.
He spends his days taking her photos.
He keeps gift in front of photo on special days.
One day he puts blue balloons near the photo.
On the night, he feels sleeping.
A candle is burning.
The house is surrounded by darkness .
The candle is going to extinguish,
Suddenly a smell of burning cloth and wood,
A fire is burning at curtain of the window,
Which is caught from the candle,
When the wind blows.
The room is filled with smoke.
The old man wakes up and shocked,
He looks at those balloons near the photo,
Which are lost for the fire.
He tries to come out of the room,
But the somke prevented him coming out,
As the fire is going to burn the front door,
He has to come out the back door.
He takes the key and the photo,
But can't find the keyhole.
As he sees less in eyes,
He continues to try with shocking mind.
At last, the door opens and he comes out.
He thanks to God for not burning of the photo.
©piyali das
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