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Aditi

by Aditi

The Lighthouse

June 24, 2023 in English Poetry

The Lighthouse

Under the dark and starry sky,
The lighthouse glowed from the distance
With an eerie feeling haunting it, and a dense
Fog covering, made it look like a home of a spy.

Spine chilling breeze gently touched the keeper
Who stood by the pane in his leather robe.
Unbothered by the crashing waves and taking a puff
From his cigar, he grew tensed and bored.

Poured himself some wine and sank in the chair,
Gulped it and turned on the gramophone.
His eyes drooped at a snail’s pace
To the melancholic rhythm that filled the zone.

A pat on the window startled him,
Opening his eyes, he saw bright light.
The clocked showed half past 7,
He went to the window and viewed the clear sight.

There was tranquility in the sea,
Something he longed for since he was stationed.
With hope in his eyes and joy in his heart,
He prayed for the bright light to stay.

But to his terror, he saw a written note on the table,
“Would you like to get out?” said the note.
His hand the note while he looked around himself,
Wondering if is it a hallucination or not.

-Aditi Sawkar

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Aditi

by Aditi

The Lighthouse

June 24, 2023 in English Poetry

The Lighthouse

Under the dark and starry sky,
The lighthouse glowed from the distance
With an eerie feeling haunting it, and a dense
Fog covering, made it look like a home of a spy.

Spine chilling breeze gently touched the keeper
Who stood by the pane in his leather robe.
Unbothered by the crashing waves and taking a puff
From his cigar, he grew tensed and bored.

Poured himself some wine and sank in the chair,
Gulped it and turned on the gramophone.
His eyes drooped at a snail’s pace
To the melancholic rhythm that filled the zone.

A pat on the window startled him,
Opening his eyes, he saw bright light.
The clocked showed half past 7,
He went to the window and viewed the clear sight.

There was tranquility in the sea,
Something he longed for since he was stationed.
With hope in his eyes and joy in his heart,
He prayed for the bright light to stay.

But to his terror, he saw a written note on the table,
“Would you like to get out?” said the note.
His hand the note while he looked around himself,
Wondering if is it a hallucination or not.

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