Even before my birth, the soothsayer said
That I would be a guiding light,
That I would represent the sun,
In dark , by shining very bright
I didn’t, at all, disappoint them,
Kept up the good work going,
To make the universe radiant,
I ever remained glowing
It was my pre-written destiny
With God’s indelible stamp,
I’ll have to go on burning, to light
Others’ paths I’ll have to be a lamp
~Sudha Dixit
Bangalore, India
Indian Periodical
Indian Periodical
I could visualise from your poem how glorified a lamp is!
For without expectation whatever, the lamp illuminates our surroundings with its bright light!
For the light knows not to differentiate with people – all are alike, and one and the same to it!
For the light has that glorious sacrificing
feature to make itself one of the greatest wonders on this earth!