The Altruistic Lamp
Holding love’s altruistic lamp in her hand
She groped around in the falling sun, her
Somber shadows were lost in twilight strand,
Glorious flute blew its pain to her dour
Heart, the wind touched her pale face, told a ballad,
An orchid she could be with a stealthy
Diffidence when morn was in its rhythm, unruffled!
On an algal path she glided herself gently
In a stolid seclusion, she spoke her voice,
Drew more sorrows, she stood thus unknown,
With her the world exchanged forgiveness,
She withdrew her from all felicities, no one
Gave accidental judgement on her misfortune.
She preferred and solicited a repose in silence,
Sonnet, rhyme scheme: abab–cdcd–efef–gg
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