When darkness spilled onto every space
Lanterns moved out from dusty shelves
The little ones hear not their decisive knell
The fire was lit, for the fear of fear.
Moonlight rained down, fogging the night,
No heat, no brilliance, just the little warmth
The sparrow nest was dead as if – in death –
Farther was the flame and nearer the moon.
Contrasts did live, as is the nature’s way,
And life ebbed out of the little fly,
Born and young, minutes before
Ready to start and never to die.
No reason, but less, to behold their dreams,
The old little lantern was happy and done
Time didn’t wait, neither did life,
The flame whistled in routine, perhaps a prayer….
Kavitha by : Mahesh
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