I am a lamp oil lit
Small, cute and made off mud
And my flame in open
Spreading a bit of warmth
Along with a tiny bright light
My only enemy is darkness
But for no reason wind
Gives me trouble
Tell the wind
If you can
'You put off many lamps
In a single stroke of
Of your unseen hand
Can you light at least one? '
Make the wind understand
That it should have the mind to
Listen to each one
Learn from each one
And that
None is there who knows it all
But each one knows at least
One thing fully well
Tell the wind that
The lamp burns itself
To give light to some one
Known or unknown
And it also dies down
To give the comfort of sleep
To some one
Known or unknown
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A refined poetic imagination, Bashyam. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.