The Moth

A moth on the wall , You drive it away

But near the candle , it tend's to stay

You grab a stick , and try again

As all your task just goes in vain

The moth is attracted by the candles light

But , You surely want it out of your sight

But , why does the moth still linger

In act of query , You burn your finger

It flutters its wings , flying towards the light

It charges to the flame with all its might

The candle's fire touches its wings so light

The wings burn , as they burn so bright

 It falls on the ground and all stands still

Deep in your heart You begin to feel

You feel , tears rolling down your eyes

But , then suddenly it starts to fly

It charges again towards its desire

Waiting for consequences dire

Then , suddenly it falls down in pain

It all stop's there and it never flies again

If pain in the heart of a man is huge 

Then , this pain causes your eyes to deluge

And this pain gives the moth its fate

Of burned down wings and a dreadful death

Then the lights turn on , You forget the fly

In a corner of your room it still there lies

Then a wind blows and blows it away

To , a world of peace , far from this fray