“My glowing lamp has reached its nightfall🪔🪔

Oil exhausted, flame gone🔥🔥
And your memories have begun to smoke
Suffocating me with its pungent smell😶”
my glowing lamp poem

“I am a burning lamp

Whose glow has reached its nightfall🪔
I tried maximum to lengthen its wick
Adding oil of hope.
But now hopes have diminished
Oil exhausted, flame gone
And it has started to smoke
Giving a pungent smell🍁💜🔥”
 

“Flame is gone,

Wick is shortened,🪔🪔🪔
When I forget to add more oil
In the long absence of your caring,
And your memories have started to –
Burn black, in the exhausting wick,
Giving unpleasant smell
In the absence of oil🪔🔥💜”
 
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