A Lamp in the Corn Field
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Glowing light of Deepawali night
Calls me to sit beside
I sit but avoid
To meet my eyes with light
As in a few hours it is going to depart.
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And there will be only fading lamp
That will enlight my surface
And help me to see the race-
Through that I share my ware in my camp
Where lay my goods and my cart.
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A lamp in the corner of my corn field
Attracts me light my labour as gold
Through it I see surging crop two fold
My soul dances with passing wind
And I find myself smart and stalwart.
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