A clay lamp when comes forward
The day was turning to evening,
Dusk primed to play a short inning,
Worried, the sun was wondering…
Darkness shall ere long shroud the Earth,
Fains should this be my empty mirth,
Who’d ferry forth my duty’s worth?
Cautious, a clay lamp comes forward,
This may sound big mouth, vain a word
To light up all of the vast world,
But I feel sure, do my small worth
And perk up a patch upon Earth--
What I’ve done ever since my birth.
….
And watching all this I felt small:
My light within-- as oft I call,
What have I done with, if at all?
I love light but scarce keen to burn
And give light, gratefulness to earn,
Keen, away from duty to run.
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Musings | 24.10.2025 | lamp, light, tercet
Note: The festival of light is being celebrated in India. But the traditional clay lamps of oil are increasingly getting forgotten and gaudily flashing eye-irritating electric lights take their place, and my thoughts reach out to clay lamps which have been doing a great job ever since early civilization.
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