A single light on the street,

On the edge of the road.

The lamp shining in the dark,

Strong enough to shine on

the empty bench beneath it.

Very far I couldn’t see,

It was the last thing in my vivid memory.

The shadow stood in front of me

Solacing the pain since I have ever been.

The street light would be on

Till the poet performs the poetry,

and the drama being held,

The main character acts.

The streetlight reflected every emotion it ever had.

For someone in need of hope in that mere darkness.

The words recited in that spotlight,

Were incredibly empty

As the breeze felt nothing…

Though it never reached my ear

I couldn’t hear it clear

And I stare at it long and long

Till the light went off.

 ~Vimla Choudhary

Pune, India