A Light Left Behind
A light left behind In the womb of the lantern a flame flickered, dancing, twirling around inHappiness. It swayed a gentle rhythm of light, flirting with the darknessAround it as if trying to embrace it. For a heartbeat “Muskaan Ganj” SeemedTo hold its breath as this small flame breathed life into the night. Ganpat’s fingers…
