The Child With A Lamp Poem by Tushar Ray

I saw a little barefooted child the other day
In the quietness of the evening lawn
Carrying a flaming lamp by both hands
Strolling toward me at a soft cautious pace

How come the child carry a naked flaming lamp?
I wondered, being concerned on his safety
When the child slowly walked close to me
Holding the lamp with his lotus-eyes on myself

I saw his long silky hair
Gently brushing the cute little shoulder
And his serene face, not quiet smiling
But ready to break out like a desert lightening
In the quietness of the clear evening horizon

'Where did you get this lamp from? ' I asked
He remained quiet for a few moments
Then blew the flame out all on a sudden
Asking me in turn with a playful smile
'Now tell me where the light might have gone'

Then following a pause he went on
I will tell you where I got this lamp from,
If you would tell me where the light is now gone'
With a deep sigh of relief I turned into myself
And sank into the evening twilight for meditation
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Many children under the age of 6 ask the same question, 'Where is the light gone? ' The new generation smartest kids understand this well when I explain to them. The setting of this story was fabricated to dramatize the message in poetic form