Kerosene Lamp Poem by SYAM CHANDRAN PERINKULAM

kerosene lamp We had,
When we were in upper primary classes.
Grand mother gave Old cough syrup galss bottle
To prepare lamp.
We were in inexplicable joy and waited for night's electric failure.
We sat near the lamp for doing our homeworks And played with the flies.
We made paper rolls and imitated smoking style of our father.
Whenever we stepped into darkness grand mother advised
To take the lamp.
Now those were our celestial nights.
our kerosene lamp was thrown in to the attic,
After highschool.
But after the death of my grandmother
Who lighted a faded glass kerosene lamp In my heart?
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