My Lamplighter
She was in her early teens
She looked like a bouquet of morning
But twinkles were crumbling in her sheen
The flowers in her eyes looked deserted by the sun
From some source she had heard
I could reorient the windows of her thought
Could guide her to turn her shadows into sunshine
Making her eyebrows and smile free from many a remorse
In the ensuing psychoanalytic encounter
The old began to peep out in the daylight struggle
I tried to liberate her introverted unconscious conflicts
In an empathic elucidation of her secured subterranean world
Abruptly the eye to eye lamp went out one day
‘Today you are a lecturer, sir, not a sharer of my mind’
Taken a little aback at first though, I could then painfully feel
I had in my ardor brought out the midday sun instead of the cool stars
A teenager that day opened a new door for me
Like a poem of love, bread and flowers you have to be
Like many a soft murmur in the playful currents of the deep blue sea
If you are indeed in an empathy with a view to eliminating a deep seated injury
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20/02/2017
For the poetry contest: Younger people who have inspired you
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