You may not agree with me
but I am the lighted lamp of your home
And the only source of light
in your dark world
One day, fuel of the lamp will finish
and I will go off
Today you have many complaints
against my naked flame
and the dim light,
but note it.....
One day you will praise me
and my light
But that day I will not be here
to listen those words.
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