friction on the matchbox..
she strikes a match,
lights a lamp as she prays;
invoking the Almighty
to bless with happy days,
lead us to brighter ways;
give us strength to cope,
in bad luck, show us hope.
a match, a prayer, a light,
burns within, a will to fight.
Linked with Poetic Asides (Day 1, Matches).
(’12, Nov 01)
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.
Oh those last lines were really quite powerful IMHO.
Thanks & glad you felt so, Martin.
It was different mate!
Enjoyed it!!
p.s. do check out my blog as well!!
Glad you liked it, Aravind! 🙂