Viraj Bhanshaly (England)

Slowly skies sorrowed,
The lamp-post standing still,
With a strenuous click,
A heart starts to fill,

Darkness surrounds it,
Ever since its birth,
Its long thin body,
Is really all its worth,

Tonight it lights to gold,
Starting with a flame,
In the glowing embers,
Fire plays a game,

Slowly red to orange,
The anguished anger released,
A lighter tone emerges,
Darkness stiffly ceased,

As heavy as the sun,
The colour turns so bright,
A lamp-post vastly desperate,
To shade all its light,

A brightness known in miles,
The devil brings no fear,
Its horns protrude its heart,
A pain just to severe,

So this little lamp-post,
Shares all of its desires,
Inside its gorgeous glass,
A heart as strong as fire,

It lived with its embers,
All through the night,
People in the fiery heart,
Carry on the light.