Remember the glowing street lamps ?
Down the old lane in the nights ..
When we studied in our homes
Surrounded by reassuring comforts..
In breaks we looked out of our windows
To feel the cool breeze in the trees,
Admiring the flower like street lights
Beaming like blessings on the boys,
Sitting under them studying religiously
Holding the books close to their eyes.
For the mellow yellow light of the lamps
Was all they had cradling their hopes.
They blinked and scribbled their notes
In their stained one - sided used sheets.
So many of them sitting on torn chataais
Determined to overcome life's adversities.
Stubbornly challenging their difficult destinies.
Once they would pause to eat chapatis.
Looking up at the quiet twinkling stars.
All these students preparing for boards.
Some at home and so many on the roads.
Look at these flowers resembling street lamps.
Don't they remind you of those diligent days ?
And those boys studying under the street lights ?
Wherever they are irrespective of results.
Hope now there is enough light in their homes.