Alone was I, around me there was a gloom.
What gloom was it that fills my dwelling?
Where does the terrible cacophony of voices come
from?
What are these weird images, I hardly know?
Why do they torment and petrify me?
Oh! Why do I suffer this misery-untold?
With loneliness filling my heart and soul,
I mused a lot and little knew,
What went on around my lot?
All of a sudden, I knew not from where,
There resounded a voice that soothed my sense.
Its mystic sound healed my wound;
And then I found a light streaming in.
It was from the lamp I had lit,
Not in this room made of clay and stone;
But in that room, which is my soul!
For it is the lamp of hope!
With the little flame of the candle leaping up;
Sorrow and gloom faded to oblivion and with it
all my worries!
~S.R.VIDHYA~
