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Lit Himself, Lit Others

Among the tempests
Were a few lamps
Some had burnt out
Once.

And there were more lamps
Fighting with the dark
Flowing,
Radiating light
Engulfed in dark
But there was one
That was you
Lit himself,
Lit others.
Be it a tempest
Be it dark
Still he lit
Still he lit others.

He struggled with darkness
With resolve in the mind
He had to burn
Until the sunrise.
So, he lit himself
And lighted others.
Those who were lit,
Those who are lit,
Those who are being lit,
They are shining like rays