By Nitusmita Saikia

Contributing Author for Spark Igniting Minds

Emitting lustreless rays of light,

The hurricane lamp paints a monochrome of shadows;

As if old trembling hands of Picasso is making graphics of

worn out lives under the thatched roof!

Amidst those droplets of light and patches of darkness,

She looks for her mirror of which she gets scared these days.

She finds her face ugly in daylight because she burns,

like unwanted weed in the bonfire of the society!