The eternal flame

 

 

He rushes amidst wild tempest

To ignite upon every wick

A spark in the diminishing light

The ones already lit save a breath

And He lights the blind ones instead

For sometimes His breath is a tempest !

Now some tug at His strings to assist

And retard His endeavor instead

For the oil is different from wax indeed

Sometimes my feeble flame flickers

Whereas your's is ablaze with vigor

If only we could assist in the yawning dark

By lighting some in their own fashion

The brightest ones though strangely

Follow not the fuel but the light

And know not that they burn bright

 

Delhi

28.11.23

2104

00.22 hrs