Street Lamp Poem by Aditya Raj Verma

When the Sun goes down, I rise up,
Cool, serene evenings are my morning,
Every single soul relaxing with a tea cup,
While I lit up the path, in self burning.

High, tall stood as the beacon of light,
Watch the crowd and all their plight,
No friends to greet no enemies to hate,
Simply to guide everyone to their gate.

Why don't I get my work pay,
Why no prasing words anyone say,
Then too enlightening the path of your dream,
With just a flickering light stream.

While Aditya gaze at you with pity,
Think, are there many more like you in the city,
I greet your unconditional gift to mankind,
And acknowledge you for being so kind.