Flickering Fortitude | Debanjana Mukherjee

It flickered, 

Not once, not twice,

But in hundreds and thousands

Throughout the night;

While one is flaunting 

The brand new watch 

Under distorted disco lights,

The other struggles

To put the fuse together

In an attempt to make the future bright.

A few hundreds for a pair of aroma-crafted lights?

Wow, that’s a steal!

A couple twenty for clay-coated earthen lights?

Well, that’s too much for the deal!

A lit candle 

to accompany an exquisite meal

And a lit candle 

worrying about how to pay the month bill.

Lights are loved 

By one and all

Just that the quantity one receives

Is determined, perhaps, by a crystal ball.

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Written by Debanjana Mukherjee