Like blinking lights, on-off, on-off
Flickering lamps, wicks burning out
Nobody to pour in love
Nobody to keep it alive.
What if the lights fade out
And die,
What if the lamp goes dry
What does it matter to one
Born blind....
********** Balachandran V, 16.11.2015, Trivandrum
saving grace!
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