My lamp (this was written at the age of 19, 4 yrs after my lamp left me,after this nothing till date has made a strong desire in my mind to try a hand in poetry, hope this writing space gives some inspiration)
here i am alone
sitting like a stone
with thougts of behind
swaying in my mind
a dog or a deer
a doctor or a whore
everyone everywhere
has a lamp to care
the lamp that showers
the light of motherhood
the lamp that leads
one for evey deeds
somewhere on my way
i heard someone say
that ive lost my lamp
and was ditched to a swamp
i had no light
ive lost my sight
how to fight
to make me right
without my lamp
here i am alone
sitting like a stone
...all.....alone......
