MITTI KA DIYA (EARTHERN LAMP)

 

Desperately I try to defy,

Just an attempt to deny,

The dark patches in my exterior,

May seem to others I am inferior.

Swaying in the wind, I flicker,

In jealousy I burn quicker,

As Chinese bulbs in their splendor,

Wink at me as they turned mockers.

Life in me is beginning to shimmer,

As I fade and made to glimmer,

Lost in the din of firecrackers,

Were the miserable moans I utter.

In festivities or adversities,

I light up the world in emergencies,

Centuries after centuries,

From Stone Age when there wasn’t electricity.

Flame of the spirit burns,

Through me, as night returns,

My light reaches the Heaven,

I am truly child of the Sun.

© K.Radhakrishnan