Flame
Amidst desert,
On a little hill,
A fakir keeps alive a flame!
Loans its light oft-a-times,
To some traveler lone,
Or some caravan loud!
Light cracks the horizon.
The sky shall soon disappear,
Alone burns the flame
It has lit many-a-lamps;
I know of its disquiet;
Flame to flame akin!
-Vir