An evocative poem, by Dr. Kumud, wherein an earthen lamp tells its story. An exclusive for Different Truths.
I am an earthen lamp breathe slowly One who has created me Want to thank him I am an earthen lamp consisting of drops of water clay - kneads the soil mould into different shape meets each lamp When I get decorated and stand in lines Want to salute everyone I am an earthen lamp when I get dried up in the sun And sunk in the furnace my lips become thirsty But still I get heated in chimney Mother keeps me in a basket by decorating me Proudly, I laugh then I am an earthen lamp in a street corner of the market mother sits there with me for every visiting customer then she looks with hope in eyes when I go to someone’s house Seeing mother’s happiness I weep sometimes I am an earthen lamp Save four paise, earn four paise mother brings home food a lamp in the name of a god, Mother also keeps me near the door Seeing delighted face of her child I offer my heartfelt blessings I am an earthen lamp wick soaked in the oil lamp fights with the wind suffering and illuminating but does not say anything aloud, mother, woman, earth, nature, wick I salute them, bowing my head I am an earthen lamp From the beautiful words of a sweet parrot Little Sheru is happy and wags tail Sonny cow’s little brown calf he is also happy and fussy These are small joys of a little house I send happy messages to everyone I am an earthen lamp
Picture by Anumita Roy
Poet Dr. Kumud Bala, a lecturer by profession has been penning poetry for about 4 decades now. Writing has been her passion since childhood and her forte lies in poetry, stories, essays, research papers and more. Her works have been published in several newspapers, magazines and journals. With over 5000 poems to her credit, she participates regularly in Kavi Sammelans organized at the National and International level. With a D. Litt award from Nagpur Jyotiba Phule University & Research centre, an honorary Sahitya Vibhooshan award from Late President Shankar Dayal Sharma,
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