The Disproportion

Before a mighty candle

Was a brief shadow

Casting slightly timid,

 shy look

  expecting some response

By the day or tomorrow

There was a mild whizz,

Illegible feelings blowing for long

A soft, widening heart,

some utterance or none,

some amateur art,

And crazy scribbles

  

  with faint proposal of love

These were although understood by a veteran

Who has been once through these all

It also dreamt a dream and then got disillusioned to the brim

Now it accepts these novice arts

And keeps them safe, in drawers

Away from usual social glance

  the veteran now pretends nonchalance

Yet a sway of wind passes by

  the dark, chilled passage of its mind

And this often touches its sorrowing wings..