By Sarala Balachandran Sarala's poem is ILA's one out of sixteen BIWEEKLY picks we chose to be published on our Blog.
In this vast expanse of universe I see myself as a tiny lamp in the midst of a dark forest which flickers every time giving a loving glance to the passerby. The little lamp I am. I am humble and simple but when it's about to blow out no one comes to pour little oil I struggle till the end to keep flickering! When soot gather around every time I see a divine little child comes with a bottle of oil sits next to me and with love pours the oil and I start burning again with happiness, spreading light around! She smiles and folds her hands in obeisance and goes away leaving me alone in the midst of the little forest! she promised to come again when I am about to blow out helping me kindle throughout my life! Soon, I see pretty flowers blooming next to me spreading fragrance to keep me happy, wondrous are God's ways. Small little snakes crawl by without harming anyone. They too, lift up their hood to the dim light I am, caressing me all over! Let me be a burning lamp throughout, in the dark to show everyone the path to brighter days!