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Saturday, May 6, 2006

The Man With A Lamp

In the middle of a dim and grim night
Two brawny men came ridin’ to a cabin
The cabin was immersed in darkness’ skin
Away from impious hands and worldly might

With reluctance hands knocked on the door
Requested they for help and shelter till dawn
For no one responded neither a gentleman nor a boor
Reclined riders hungry on uneven lawn

After a while a man with a lamp came out
Slender wasn’t he or was stout
Rose up those men and asked for heat & bread
But the man with a lamp denied aid to their dread

He claimed ‘I have a great grief of my own
And no person can save nor can I save him
And this is the sole reason why in grove I mourn
For this is truth & only the truth and not a whim’

The men were honorable and distinguished
Far superior than the man lone and languid
Questioned they about his colossal loss
And why the housewood was growing moss

Answered he ‘Not many days ago shot I a soldier
He died on the field full of corpses and victors
Fought I with flare for my realm dear
We won the struggle but I felt lost’

Continued he ‘I hath slaughtered in a ghastly way
And vanished my peace for forever and eternity
So I shall suffer from moonbeam to morn’s ray
Only to see death from the eyes of obscurity’

The man with a lamp went inside his cabin
Two brawny men disappeared as if never existed
Over again the night was silent and undisturbed
And grew darker and darker as a sin
Vikrant Kelkar
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