Lamps Poem by Arfa Kalera
Lamps
When we move on,
On the dark route leading to destination,
After the sunset,
The lamps twinkle,
To show us the way,
They are several,
On both of the sides,
They go on burning, flickering
They burn not oil but blood,
That is why they cast lights,
All red, red on the path,
Leading to heights.
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: hero,heroes
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