The Lamp Poem by Ghazala Lari

My room is filled with memories,

There stood a lamp with yellow shades,

A beauty on the tray,

That stole my heart with its warm glow.



By my bedside it found its place,

Glass and wires intertwining grace,

A sun in the darkness of night,

Each time I turned it on, a delight.



Moved to my study, a new abode,

Where it lit up the pages I strode,

Elegance in its curved shades,

I admire as the light cascades.



Perfectly paired with the couch,

Complementing the space it vouched,

A breathtaking beauty it ignited,

Mixing colors in the night it resided.



A mishap, a slip, a fall,

Million pieces scattered, recalling all,

Shattered beauty, a heart-wrenching sight,

As we bid farewell to its light.



A replacement, metallic and bold,

A dark shining yellow to behold,

A reminder of what once was,

Delicate beauty lost, just because.



Handle with care, cherish the delicate,

For beauty fades when handled erratic,

Lest we forget the lesson it taught,

To treasure the beauty that can't be bought.