From the meads of night
Stars are peeping unto a temple ground.
And upon a stone pillar
A solitary earthen oil lamp
Struggles through her last phase.
A distant bark, a singular footstep,
A sudden cry of a bird-
All the lamps are gone in the wind
But this delta of light
Solemnly torches the night.
Conically below her the shadow falls,
It dances in the wind.
Her bright yellow is now point red,
She is in a palmy battle with the wind.
The wind now leaves for the distant dales,
In a moment she returns to life.
For the benefit of one and two passersby
It has given her a lease of life.
And there- she lights the night dimly
Burning a better life than the distant stars.
Great imagery and descriptive poetry. Your metaphors, surrealistic pictures are vivid and tangible to readers.
And there- she lights the night dimly Burning a better life than the distant stars.......though dimly light, , we have to burn for better life that distant stars fail to deliever.. what i smore important in today's life is how ordinary way you show the path to others... lovely imagination with correct guidence....10 at cross road.....bitter words
A distant bark, a singular footstep, A sudden cry of a bird............... visually vivacious & poetically proficient... rgrds/salu
Above all the comments below what is left for me to say except that you are a top poet....a favourite poem...will be lingering in mind ever
wonderfull write on the glory of a wick that lights up the world around it and end up sacrificing itself. i have never thought one day a poet will do this poem.well done and well thought.posted 10 for u surya
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great imagery used and fine poetic language....penned with zeal...10