Flame

by M. V. J. Simon



Self immolation Isn't that what you do everyday? To spread some light around And show them the way? Blind fools groping in darkness Stumbling'falling'getting hurt If it were not for you Throwing some light around'guiding them Will they ever remember That it was you who gave them light At a time they were fumbling Not knowing what lies ahead Yet you burn yourself out At pyre of knowledge Sharing what you know Without a care Lighting many earthen lamps With your burning flame The room glows brighter When eager young faces shine You know you've done your job When you don't see them again next year In your class, in this room They've moved on to greater heights Some day when they come back And tell you how good you've been Passing on the flame of knowledge That made them who they are Someday, when they forgive your chiding and red welts on palms And realize the pains you took In making them learn You'll feel that it's justified Your troubles forgotten for a while Someday, when the oil gets diminished And the wick shortened You'll bask in the glow Of a thousand lamps lit!

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