Hope Of Lights Poem by Aman Basnet

The night was dull
until they arrived—
small lanterns breathing
in the grass.

The moon watched
from its distant throne,
but these wandering sparks
chose the earth.

They drifted beside the river,
dancing with the current,
their fragile glow
beating softly against the dark.

In the whispering meadow
they ruled a quiet kingdom—
a realm of shadows
and trembling light.

Perhaps they were stars
that lost their way,
falling from heaven
to wander the night.

Or something gentler—
unspoken love
flickering in silence.

Each spoke
in its own language of light:
a signal,
a promise,
a lonely heartbeat.

I watched them
and felt myself
lost in their quiet maze.

They were the wonders
of our childhood evenings—
but the world has grown
too bright now.

So bright
that small lights
are no longer seen.

Yet they left me
a simple lesson:

Even in the deepest darkness,
tiny hearts of light
still dare to glow.