Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Kerosene Lamp

Glimpse of not so bright childhood
Kerosene lamp smoked and smelled
Around my language learning
Subjects were filled around with flies

Stressed the head as dim was light
Head gave shadow on book to hide
I faced the lamp seeing it burns
- than pages in my book I focused
It was a pain to fill kerosene in
Earlier brass couldn't guess kerosene
shake and feel at times to know
Glass jar new showed the level filled

Tube light was a new light in life
That was a ray with hopes in pain
Gave no time pass for me to stare
Unfilled or not untold though it is glass
No notice it went off to push me in dark
Now in dark I seek my kerosene lamp

Friendship long back  had all the smoke
less of light but could guess the life
Had flies around and shading to hide
Stressed and smell of earthy oil

Here the life and friends now
Unshaky blimps but off splits in time
I wish I had my old lamps around
No flashy momentary life anymore



  1. Amazing as always πŸ™πŸ™
    Asha Poorna

  2. Very very very thoughtful. Amazing that Sir expressed such a great life lesson in simple words.

    Anusha Thatta

  3. πŸ‘πŸ‘yeah, Highly thoughtful ideas delivered in such a simple manner

    Asha Poorna

  4. Kerosene lamps. ...πŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘πŸΌ... though not so bright.... still could give timepass to stare at the flies that would come n get burnt in the fire. ....glass jars could show the levels of kerosene. .. and the tube lights like modern day friends. .... suddenly leave us n go. .... n we end up searching for the good old friends who were like the kerosene lamps.... lots of smoke n less of light.... but could always guess the life....... beautiful n nostalgic sirπŸ‘�πŸ‘