Darkness surrounded me, I then lit my candle
This is not a romantic dinner,its not a bubble bath either
Piles of books clutter on my small wooden table
I am studying under a candle light
behind my chair is my mother sleeping on the floor,
just under the table my sister’s feet i feel
Sounds of falling dishes coming from one corner,the rats getting a share of the meal
Mosquitos parading torwads the candle and coacroaches nonchalantly
emerging from cracked table,
My hope, my life ,my light
I am studying under a candle light.