The Lamp Waits Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

dark was much intense
that night
brought me a lamp
to lit

passion made me forgot
it was penetration
to catch the root
darkness and its origin

I was no prophet
not a pragmatic
light my desire
just not to enjoy
fight long to seduce
the womb whence
dark breeds

lamp was your reply
to reflect artificial
harmony of matter and soul
dark was my quest
where hides its light alone

now and again
far and near
truth and semi-truth
untruth and unburnt
a lamp strict with strictures
waiting
just waiting
to be lit
not by fire
but with the spirit!

Pranab k c
29/04/2015