My Lamp Burning Bright Poem by Kishore Asthana

My Lamp Burning Bright



There is still oil left in this lamp
And the wick, though older
Is still alive
With a flame hot enough
To make your fragrance
Enrich my life

This steady glow
Quietly fulfilling
Is our celebration
Of one another
It needs no fluttering moths
Dying in manic frenzy
To redeem itself

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