Wednesday, June 12, 2024

Faraway lights

 

The outer side of the village
The child went for strolling
In the lush green fields
On many a winter evening

He would watch the sun set
Sitting calmly by the stream
The foggy night swept in
Some lights started to gleam

Shining somewhere faraway
Where is that, he wondered
The land of twinkling lights
Who lives in that world

This was his horizon where
The faraway lights shimmered
No mystery did they pose
Tranquil mystique they offered

He was there years later
On some errand, in his car
His land of twinkling lights
Was some town not so far

But no lights twinkled here
They shone loud and bright
When the summer evening
Melted into a glassy night

He climbed a building roof
On the town’s outer side
His eyes towards his village
He glanced far and wide

Faraway he saw some lights
In the dark did they twinkle
Hoping to rekindle the magic
As a dry wind blew gentle

Faraway lights still a sight
Yet now he felt wistful
What was it that he missed
Why he felt not blissful

Awash with nearby street light
No mystique, no tranquility
Due to the dark of the fields
The lights had their serenity