Kerosene Lamp Poem by SYAM CHANDRAN PERINKULAM

Shone with a kerosene lamp,
Our school days buzzed.
Old cough syrup bottle (given by grandma)
Incarnated as a lamp.
Monsoon rain of inexplicable joy
Wraped us.
Nights of electric failures
We turned as heathens.
We studied, howled, sang,
Played with files, made paper rolls
And imitated fathers smoking.
Like dragonflies those
Celestial nights flew.
With our old text books
Kerosene lamp was cremated
In the attic.
But Who lighted a faded glass kerosene lamp In my heart
After the eternal farewell of my grandma?
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