The dark corner of my house remains unlit today as I,
wait for the festivities to begin.
The day is yet to come when I would light the lamp of thy Glory,
in the dark corner of my house.
People rejoice in ecstasy of victory,
of light over darkness.
But the lamp filled with oil sits unlit
in the dark corner of my house.
Amidst the celebrations and merry,
bursting of crackers and laughters of joy.
I hear a knock on my door,
A veiled woman stands in front of the door.
She has serene eyes and a beatific smile on her face.
“Oh seeker of words! What do you have to bid ?” Asks she
I say “I have nothing to offer, But today,
I surrender at thy lotus feet.”
With a smile she enters my cottage,
and walks up to the unlit lamp.
With a flare of match stick she lights up the lamp
in the dark corner of my house.
Its a moment where even words are empty.
I shed a drop of tear, yet it doesn’t trickle,
feeling blessed I bow down unaware she’s already gone,
leaving behind light in the dark corner of my house.
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