Like a candle without a wick

Allah handed them over to me

Emotionally broken, lacking spirit

I injected them with God sent gifts

In the process, they were rebounded

Repainted, a wick of love and soul

I with the help of Allah in them placed

They were in darkness unlighted

Today they burn to light their path

Each with a purpose of creating a loving family

But none of these candles belonged to me

For they were only a half living candle without wick

Now they have a purpose, I was chosen to place that wick

In the process I got attached and they took me as their mentor

None wanted to lose me and wished for me to stay

So I did stay till my Rabb's command was there and then my heart turned away

When my purpose was fulfilled to place the wick in the candles

O dear candles don't attach yourself to me anymore

After fulfilling my task my interest in you was called off

You have your purpose that you are fulfilling

In time you'll be given a new level of mentor to live with