Torch

At our illuminating service, Whether at home or in the office, Many preferring to it handle, For worships reserving their candle… You lose old torch for new one find cash: The joy while in a dark space Glorious flash! For brightness I’d save for battery, No need in darkness one jittery… No torch ever sends packing the night, Only to perimeters give light, With none ever liked for sights dim: The chances of user smiling slim… Not what you find with a younger child, Rather a lantern like child not wild; For fishing out people at night thieves, Whom you’d hailed in the day time “Chief!” A Paraphernalia of hunters, In feared forests at night one saunters; With torch easily locates target, As some from bright flash escape forget… The Not-Held by a security His night shift stripped of sincerity.