Putting Out the Lamp

Putting Out the Lamp


In the dusk of early evening, one day,

I awakened from a belated nap,

And came to find nobody back home yet,

Only the wall-lamp flickering away.


I, the child, quickly getting quailed,

Started to run away from the dark haunted place,

But soon stopped for looking backward

For some reasons I couldn't quite understand.


Probably it was the left-alone lamp,

Or the picture of coward in my mind,

That had caught my legs from behind,

And forced me to the wall, to stand tiptoed.


I tried to put it out, without success.

--The oil? the wick? the flame itself? or the darkness?--

What in the world makes the cause of burning,

I could not know just that evening.


Perhaps that old lamp has been still kept on,

For I hear the same voice ask me tonight

If I'll try again to put the lamp out.



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Michael Kwack

Tue 22nd Sep 2020 14:07

Thank you so much, Stephen, Shifa and Paul,
for your liking my recent poem.
I am much more than happy now. Thank you all my friends.

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Michael Kwack

Tue 22nd Sep 2020 13:21

Thank you, Shifa. You are always sending me thoughtful comments. Thank you. -M.

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Shifa Maqba

Fri 18th Sep 2020 02:56

May the lamp emanating your talent and wisdom be eternally well-lit. Excellent poem!

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