I met a paper blank and white Wrote down the date On top of the right, Let my pen write the words Like fighting a battle with swords. I met a man destined to succeed But his ego halted his proceed Almost one hand on the crown He lost the battle and fell down. I met a candle on a dark night Defying the darkness with its light The mysterious beauty of its flame No other light would ever claim. ©irfan nazir #imet