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BY THE LANTERN LIGHT





   BY THE LANTERN LIGHT

In the fury of a storm or in a rich hum golden

In every floral parade of spring and midwinter frozen,


I want to believe in myself and be thankful for the blessings 

To dance in the rain, play in the snow and look for the silver linings


Saccharine colloquy were a masquerade, just a fancy and frill

Standing rooted to the spot as time came to a ticking standstill 


Twists and turns, labyrinths of curves and bends

Some bridges were never to be crossed again, some lanes led to a dead end


People were rivers, ever flowing, moving with the tide

Some lush meadows were now only a barren countryside 


Country roads and city streets take me home today to that house down the lane with bright lights dispelling the gray 


Where joyful squeals were abound and feast halls were crowded 

With pixie dust every nook and cranny was generously showered


The walls that still speak of the dreams untold, tiny and tremendous

The halls that resound with echoes of tinkling laughter and days frabjous 


Soaking in warmth and love, my home whispers my name

Footprints that were left behind, leading me back; keeping alive the flicker and flame


As turbulent monsoons succumbed to hibernating autumns, 

Ruby treasures in the vineyards ripened heralding change in seasons 


In silence I watched the clouds roll by– as a shell-pink sunrise painted the sky

'Twas the dawn of a new day when a pearly blush scattered the dire indigo dye


Dazzling like a thousand suns, sparkling like a million moons--- oozing silver

I'm now a shooting star sizzling across the cosmos like a trailblazer 


Every ending is a new beginning, change is the only constant

Now my only chant is "I'm abundant, I'm significant, I'm confident, I'm Triumphant!"

©️ Sangeetha Kamath

Pic Courtesy: Pixabay 


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