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| My Table Lamp |
tends to dispel the shadows
of darkness, of sadness, of emotions damp
knotted in my forehead are burrows & deep furrows
they speak of afflictions & affectations
sadly not of relationships of affection
confounded is our sense of purpose
to aim hither and tither, wandering
without subversion, without perversion
we are but blind bats aimlessly meandering
To pen thoughts on paper,
they must first flow from places far deeper
solitude it seems is not always blissful
to harbour love, to harbour affection, we must be its keeper
Joy without reason, laughter out of season
Our glances betray far more than they hide
nay they may even lay bare our pride
The table lamp is now reflecting off thy mirror
imperceptible, indistinguishable is the reflection
which is the source, which the reflection
all far too confounding, all too perplexing
Now, the darkness envelopes us all once more
Nay, the night is upon us
all the blood, all the gore
our conscience is our light, our ray of hope
for without it, we are but on a slippery slope
the table lamp is off now, no light streams forth
the words on my paper are not to be seen
the reflection in thy mirror is not to be found
but darkness it seems is slowly paving way
for a new life, a new sound
and that my friend is thy planet turning around.
©Dr S. N. Bhagirath, 2016.
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