Chayanika Sarma

Rookie [Chayanika Sarma]

The Blessing Moon

That shabby old man
in great edginess sat
By the ingress of his dilapidated hut
-in those alluring evening hours.
All the time he kept thinking-
'How will I get rid of the darkness of the night!
Not a drop of oil left
to provide the lamp & pray-
O lamp, save me from the darkness of the bay,

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