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s no lighthouse to show me the way Without some light, I am a paralyzed preyI hope for someone to turn the wheel and scoop me out of this ordeal I pray for someone to light a lampNight after night, the same torn tale A blanket of darkness I repel The futile wait of an escort Without some light, routinely rotJust then on one such gloomy unlit night I saw something sparkle twinkling bright What is it? is someone showing me the way? Hopeful! I cheer up, oh snap! they are gone Again they shine, a bit near, a bit farOh Holy Ghost! have pity on me Why do you mock? Guide my way with your beam The sparkles came near, bursting a shot of gleamWe are the fireflies, we got our own power We don’t languish in the lightless hour When the outside dark is a restraint We rely on our own radianceWe are our own lamp!We rule the roost, we run the show We are our own beacon, and let the Sun go Even minuscule, we are in charge We are the candle, we are the sparkBe your own lamp!As I hark to the herald of the tiny fireflies My mind and fear break all ties Without an abode, the fear vaporize Without the fear , the mind galvanizeIlluminated in the darkest hour before the dawn, the fear flies Enlightened by the fireflies I shine in the coveted light , wisdom wise I must be my own lamp I will be my own lampI am my own lamp!<figure id="2b75"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*Vq0jKH39ayrdCvM4V4rSig.jpeg"><figcaption>Ima

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Poetry

Fireflies

When There is No Light

I am relaxing on the terrace and it is bright sunlight The vision is clear, I can see far and wide Soon the turf will be caressed by twilight I could still see the fading faces in the diffused light

Chariot of the Sun is waving bye Paving the way for a moon lit sky Pronto, it will be dark The natural light, side light, street light, lamp light will flicker, dimmer and soon be shut

Horses of the Sun’s chariot trot, canter, gallop and run I panic and pray to the setting sun Please linger a little more, I ask in vain Sun denies, the rhythm of the nature he ought maintain

Tossing me into the pitch dark The black of the night waiting with a lark “Light a lamp, Oh hark, oh hark! Anyone out there?

I am afraid of the dark !

It clasps me in its clutches I pant for breath in its clenches Till when will this captivating pattern continue The dark comes with its monstrous retinue

Silence, loneliness, aimless, directionless The sea of turbulence makes me sway There is no lighthouse to show me the way Without some light, I am a paralyzed prey

I hope for someone to turn the wheel and scoop me out of this ordeal I pray for someone to light a lamp

Night after night, the same torn tale A blanket of darkness I repel The futile wait of an escort Without some light, routinely rot

Just then on one such gloomy unlit night I saw something sparkle twinkling bright What is it? is someone showing me the way? Hopeful! I cheer up, oh snap! they are gone Again they shine, a bit near, a bit far

Oh Holy Ghost! have pity on me Why do you mock? Guide my way with your beam The sparkles came near, bursting a shot of gleam

We are the fireflies, we got our own power We don’t languish in the lightless hour When the outside dark is a restraint We rely on our own radiance

We are our own lamp!

We rule the roost, we run the show We are our own beacon, and let the Sun go Even minuscule, we are in charge We are the candle, we are the spark

Be your own lamp!

As I hark to the herald of the tiny fireflies My mind and fear break all ties Without an abode, the fear vaporize Without the fear , the mind galvanize

Illuminated in the darkest hour before the dawn, the fear flies Enlightened by the fireflies I shine in the coveted light , wisdom wise I must be my own lamp I will be my own lamp

I am my own lamp!

This poem is inspired by my late father, an intellect, whose teachings and life inspired many, including me. His precious teachings still echo in my heart and guide me every moment. Hope his teaching about “ being your own lamp” guide you too at any point in life.

Thank you for reading