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Eternal Flame
By Haimnauth Ramkirath
We gathered the fresh, tender earth.
We shaped little earthen lamps.
They hardened in the sun—
yet what softness of heart:
a steady brightness
against encroaching darkness.
Diwali night—
every little light awakened
to greet the night.
Rows of earthen lamps on every step,
at every doorway, at every windowsill.
When the wind fell still,
they smiled and rose
against the primordial darkness
over villages, plains, and hills.
I felt the loss;
one died in an errant gust.
But, gasping beneath the wind,
a little earthen lamp rekindled,
burning brighter than before—
and it brought the gladness
of a radiant face
to a weary, troubled world.
A precious little light when the way is dark—
yet the forest burning
from a single flying spark,
and the cave dweller blinded
by the unblinking eye
that lifts the tender wildflower
and enlivens the waters with a shimmering smile.
To a mind estranged from the light,
a coiled rope—
a cobra waiting to strike,
and the white cloth trembling on a rickety post—
a hazy ghost.
To think
a little lamp burns within,
sheltered from storm, rain, and wind.
Steady and bright—
no fear it shall gasp for breath,
flicker and fade to death.
It’s fed,
forever fed
by the indefatigable hands of the Universe.
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