TORCH BEARER

It was a silver eve Across the sea of shanties,
A limping stead stood in white
Staring at the clear shadow of
His height,
“How has our world changed
So much in a day?”,
He asks himself
Surprised by the intensity of
His own query,
An audible tongue tells another
In the backyard
That the juggler
Came that day
Seeking their faith in
His craft
And gave them
The gift of light
In lieu,
As a protective weapon
Against the claws of
The night

© DEEPAK NIKUNJ