Credit: Ratna Pochiraju
On the wall sat the ancient diya*
The flame steady as the aged mountains
Mourning the death piling in the dark
shadows
For hours, days, weeks, and months
The flame burned, relentless in spreading
light
Even as the void threatened to extinguish
the world.
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Note: Diya is a small cup-shaped oil lamp made from clay.
The poetry style used is Cherita.
P.S: I wrote the draft two days ago; almost 1 1/2 day before the PM's announcement. It does seem fitting to share this today (since tomorrow will be a break day).
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Read the other poems here.
Read the other poems here.
Light is important especially in today's world.
ReplyDeleteYes, it is. Thank you for reading. :)
DeleteBeautiful and expressive poem on the Diya
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jai :)
DeleteBeautiful lines, especially these:
ReplyDelete"The flame burned, relentless in spreading light
Even as the void threatened to extinguish the world. "
Thank you, Shweta :)
DeleteI love the concept of candle or Diya. Loved your deep poem, the lines touched my soul. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteThank you, dear :)
DeleteThe light from a diya does offer a comfortng warmth> I love watching the flame flicker before our family shrine ever evening
ReplyDeleteThank you. :) Yes it's comforting.
DeleteWith light comes hope.
ReplyDeleteYes. And we do need it now a lot more than ever. Thank you for reading. :)
DeleteBeautiful lines and beautiful painting too.
ReplyDeleteYes, the diya light indeed helps to fight darkness and gloom.
Thank you, Pragun :)
DeleteVery beautiful.... Totally befitting the current call to light a diya... May we all come out of it safe... May the void not grow anymore!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Ira. :)
DeleteYou said it. May the void not grow anymore. Amen to that.
Poignant and beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Deborah :)
DeleteThis is beautiful! :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Prakash :)
DeleteI forgot to mention that I like that threat in the last line! :-)
DeleteOh what a gorgeously simple and evocative poem. Love!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Suchita :)
DeleteThe flame mourning the death piling up in the dark shadows?
ReplyDeleteThat's a dark thought! But I love it!!!
Thank you, CRD. :)
DeleteI was feeling quite low when I wrote it.