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The sun is yet to bid proper goodnight,

but there is already a rush to switch on the light.

We live in a constant stream of beams,

of the bulbs, tubelights and the LED gleams .

In a perennial beam of lights we are swathed,

and so, not just in the sun have we bathed.


A late night flicker of the computer screen,

the floodlit cricket ovals green,

an orange orb of the street ligh’,

the blinding headlamps of the cabbie passing by,

together they for sure will deny,

darkness, to the human eye.


The synthetic light has us blinded to many a wonder,

the darkness in its wings, has taken under.

The sky was once with stars and comets dotted,

like the one Doctor Halley spotted.

The haze, that the city lights ensure,

diminish the twinkling stars’ allure.


When did the last time monsieur,

you enjoy the landscape pure,

without a shimmering patch of blunder,

scattered here and there asunder?

Did not the eerie sense of satisfaction, blanket you at least a fraction,

when the intercity that night you took, crossed a terrain with no luminous interaction?


Have we dismissed the crackling fire,

or is it just the companion of the funeral pyre?

Where have the flickering fireflies vanished,

who once were, for burning candles famished?

Has darkness with all its intricacies gone?

Has it left us all forlorn?


Let the brightness be reduced, let me in peace muse,

or let there be a bottle of booze, and brightness, let the friends infuse!