Flame of lamp
Hakikur Rahman

When the flame of lamp went down a storm
Never ignite it, so far I remember.
Hence, moving around in the darkness
In the midst of the familiar and the unknown,  seems to be another world.
Venus is gliding on my fate
Who will sing me the songs of the wind.
Though it is a mistake, but walking on the way with hope
The light and the dark is playing around.