The light from the candle, as it began to diminish
Flickering in its attempt to buck the effects of the gentle breeze
Anjali opened her eyes in sheer panic, there was so much more to finish
Newton’s second law of thermodynamics was haunting her peace
There would be no second candle because her father was not yet home
The savage beatings she and mother took within that ramshackle hut
From a drunkard who stole money to just imbibe and roam
Nothing would come between Anjali and her resolve, but
The Nobel was not within her grasp, yet
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An inspiring story 🙂