Lights

And darkness of the night came upon us

From where the light had kept it

Everywhere became blacky black

So black, we could not see our forms

Adults anathematized

Children cried for their fears had come upon them

The room became strange and mystic

Everyone stretched out their hands to feel the air

Like a group of blind men walking without walking-sticks

Colliding and jamming, pressing and trampling 

Falling and stumbling, injuring and grimacing.

And darkness of the night came upon us

Its dolours stole our colours

Adults anathematized

Children cried cacophonously

Crescendoing as they fell and rose in the womb of darkness

Kerosene lamp had been played away with during their noon-play

This darkness, so dark, flogged the imps for their awful plays.

And darkness of the night came upon us

So strong and so dark

The blood of the lamp had been spilled

It was but a carcass on its stand

We reached for the windows, spread the thick curtains sideways

And the silvery moon smiled and said sorry 

So loud the children stopped their cries

And adults nursed the wounds from their collisions

The little room became silvery like the silvery moon.