Poem: The Burning of the Midnight Lamp
The rusty clock collapsed at night on a tempestuous rainy day,
Amidst the numbness, my eyes feasted on the burning of the midnight lamp.
Unspoken she uttered, “Shh… Don’t you feel serenity and solitude have a rendezvous to say?”
O woe! Unconceal hue and cry raging through my veins, for ‘tis my genuine ramp.
I reckon it was 2’o clock and was raining cats and dogs,
Perhaps, the thunderous pulsating night was ferocious to the gentle sky.
Merrily she sang, “Dear, I love cumulonimbous clouds. Don’t you see moisture clogs?”
O woe! Pour a few drops and drench my thirst of love, for ‘tis my cry.
I glanced over the rusty clock and pondered for its abrupt stop,
I’ll bring thee back or perhaps replace an eternal celestial time piece.
Solemnly she gazed and whispered, “Silly! Don’t you know time and tide is no man’s shop?”
O woe! Don’t Bargain treacherous emotions and relations, for ‘tis my peace.
Soon slumber engulfed the restless mind – suppressed the agony sealed with glue,
Tossed and turned on bed, yet the luminous mirror stood by – free bird caged in a camp.
An abyss eroded as the mirror said, “Don’t you find the reflection of lamp to be true?”
O woe! I am the burning of the midnight lamp… burning of the midnight lamp.