It's a wonder that
They think it's right
In the deepest dark
In the dead of night
They light a lamp
Of human heart
And gladly think
They own the light
They laugh away
And play their game
But no one looks
At the dying flame
She burns away
She suffers the night
Within the reach
Of human sight
She's seen by all
Yet felt by none
And no one cares
For all she's done
Her sufferings go in vain
She's kept alight
To help the way
To home before the rain
Hoping one day
They'll find their way
She burns alone in pain.
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© bhaskar bhattacharya
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In the deepest dark
In the dead of night
They light a lamp
Of human heart
And gladly think
They own the light
They laugh away
And play their game
But no one looks
At the dying flame
She burns away
She suffers the night
Within the reach
Of human sight
She's seen by all
Yet felt by none
And no one cares
For all she's done
Her sufferings go in vain
She's kept alight
To help the way
To home before the rain
Hoping one day
They'll find their way
She burns alone in pain.
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