The Lampost and the Creeper

 When the dark night devours the field of sparkle

And the colours turn alike somehow,

Everyone tries to replicate the Sun and

The Lampost stands tall even now.

It burns with all its might

And stays still to keep you warm.

It stands alone up in the thorny heights,

For you to see the listless swarm.

But, the angel is alone; no one looks out for it

When the day finally comes, no one cares about it.

Then, one fine day, rose a Creeper from the dead,

Looked up at the poor lonely metal,

Brought it back from the dead.

The Lampost, adorned by the beauty of the Creeper

Knows what warmth is.

The Lampost does not burn brighter 

Than the love the Creeper gives.

                                                     ~ Rugvedi N.