Lesson from an old lamp

On a stormy night

Heavy rain fell upon an old lamp

It burnt bright until it’s age

Its flames flickered a last breath

Before ending its light..

In that darkness, 

When the cold droplets of water

Touched the burning body of the lantern

A smoke escaped from its form

It took a shape, and whispered to me

I am free, it’s time for me to leave,

To move on, to be formless,

In order to birth new forms.. 

But you still have to burn bright

For one day, will be the end of your light

Until then don’t let your smoke go cold

World sees the shine of all who are bold

Then someday your stories will be told

Which your soul will forever behold..

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