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by M. V. J. Simon
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  Self immolation
Isn't that what you do everyday?
To spread some light around
And show them the way?

Blind fools groping in darkness
Stumbling'falling'getting hurt
If it were not for you
Throwing some light around'guiding them

Will they ever remember
That it was you who gave them light
At a time they were fumbling
Not knowing what lies ahead

Yet you burn yourself out
At pyre of knowledge
Sharing what you know
Without a care

Lighting many earthen lamps
With your burning flame
The room glows brighter
When eager young faces shine

You know you've done your job
When you don't see them again next year
In your class, in this room
They've moved on to greater heights

Some day when they come back
And tell you how good you've been
Passing on the flame of knowledge
That made them who they are

Someday, when they forgive your chiding
and red welts on palms
And realize the pains you took
In making them learn

You'll feel that it's justified
Your troubles forgotten for a while
Someday, when the oil gets diminished
And the wick shortened

You'll bask in the glow
Of a thousand lamps lit!

September 14 ,2008
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