Pirzada Qasim, A Burning Lamp

A lamp I am
Burning since long.
Burning out,
I will usher in a new dawn.
Whatever gave you aphasia
I will sing and louder sing with aplomb:
I am your voice.
Erasing me is not an option;
Deleting me is not an option;
I am the voice of your woes.
Troubling times,
Faith intact.
Everyone my concern,
Everything my concern.
Dust I am:
For you a face rub;
For you a foot rug.
Dancing for long,
I am tired out.
Every moment a faint reminder,
Every movement a faint reminder,
I burn out sight unseen.

K. B. (Bush) Gulati