From the meads of night <br />Stars are peeping unto a temple ground. <br />And upon a stone pillar <br />A solitary earthen oil lamp <br />Struggles through her last phase. <br /> <br />A distant bark, a singular footstep, <br />A sudden cry of a bird- <br />All the lamps are gone in the wind <br />But this delta of light <br />Solemnly torches the night. <br /> <br />Conically below her the shadow falls, <br />It dances in the wind. <br />Her bright yellow is now point red, <br />She is in a palmy battle with the wind. <br /> <br />The wind now leaves for the distant dales, <br />In a moment she returns to life. <br />For the benefit of one and two passersby <br />It has given her a lease of life. <br /> <br />And there- she lights the night dimly <br />Burning a better life than the distant stars.<br /><br />Ravi Panamanna<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-glorious-life/
