My Lamp of Grief / Poem by Lily Swarn

 
Poem by Lily Swarn
 
 
Prompt-,Tagore’s song
“Aamaar shokol dukher prodeep”
The lamp of my sadness
 
My Lamp of Grief
 
It’s an old rusted lamp now
The lamp of my sadness
Bruised and battered
A few glasses missing
Soot choked and blackened
Sobbing darkness,defying light
This lamp wallows in kerosene grief
And waits for daylight to ease its pain
 
It was shiny brass once upon a time
Each tear drop showed up like a rainbow in the reflections
Of the mujra performing flame
Gyrating like ‘Rudaali ‘women weeping at funerals
Wailing in tune with poignant aches
Shadows formed in sinister patterns
 
Till one day the heartless ‘poorvai’,Easterly winds
Will knock it down ruthlessly
The pain will mingle with my kohl
Making patterns on my cheek
As it slides down my damask face
I told you the lamp of my sadness is rusted now
It will not bear the brunt of your indifference now
It will crash into sharp edged shards and die
 
Copyright Lily Swarn 12.5 2020

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