Like the still flame in the flickering wind,
Like the blade stepped on but stands unbent,
Like calm waters in a moving world
The lamplight shines, undeterred,
Through heaving mists of nightfall.
As nature’s translucent curtain descends
Heavy, but gainly on unsuspecting heads,
Like the beacon at Alexandria, threatening
To stand tests of time, hail and storm,
The lamp emanates an unflinching glow.
Rays slice into the dark,
The lamp surveys the activities of night.
Watching even the trees, contorting
The shadows as their arms move
To accommodate the winds.
Stung eyes, bit faces it guides
To nearest ports of shelter and warmth.
The looming heathen, unbiased for all,
Hope and solidarity radiate from
A pale encasing rendered moot.