Hidden Lamp Poem by Naveed Akram

I find a lamp so hidden
That burning sensations command.
Through the window of mere delight
I thwart the watcher of my nature.
Thin, small and tiny particles beyond grow
Into creatures of huge delight.
I possess the second and first options,
But the third is too far for my heart.
My first option is to hide myself
In this house, so that no one can see me again.
My second is to ask imperatively
For the supper, and pass this night.
My third can not be regarded as anything,
But I choose to pass the night with supper.
I find that my lamp is so hidden
That I burn no more when thwarted.