Desk Lamp Poem by Joan Xie

Desk lamp has no idea of the words illuminated by it.
Most of them look fine, some are sophisticated,
And those printed on the gold-trimmed polish paper
Appear to be the eternal truth.

Desk lamp bends low.
Daring not to blink or steal a glance,
It always feels ashamed
For its lack of profound knowledge.

Then it's turned off by a hand.
In the stillness, desk lamp holds its breath.
Without light,
All words are scrambling around like orphans.