THE LAMP
BY Pritish Midya
M.A. (Previous)
Department of English, BHU
The charming day departed soon
And all warmth gone
Evening creeps then imperceptibly
And darkness shrouds the whole gloomy sky.
Beside a stagnant window
You sit alone like a deaf
But a lamp at a distance
You can never see.
A denigration demur…
Then density come and deride…
Oh! The cruel past!
Never come, never come
Behold her!
She tries to shy
But not like the sun.
She may be fowl, but she is fair
She may be holy, she is sinner
Yet when the dark night passes away all
There the lamp stands still
But who knows……………………….?
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