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by Sharbani Suresh
(Vadodara, India)

Bygone are my ancient's chandlers,
From China, Greece and Rome;
I am lit up to prove my existence,
When smothered I am on road to salvation;
I shimmer in the chandelier beams,
To some I am an advent, to some a Menorah,
I gleam in the divine altars;
Hope of a shanty I am,
I am bliss to a nuptial tryst,
I am scented for a Masseuse;
As proud heir of Al-Jazari I stand,
To melt my heart and to cry,
My body sheds down, but never my soul,
To give you light! To give you light!

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