Since you left me last
in the lonely lane,
against the dark and drooping sky,
I have been a fused bulb....

Desperate for light,
I have groped within,
but found naught.
To revive it back to life,
I have softly stirred it;
I have violently shaken it;
but to no avail.
The disjoined wires,
repugnant at my seeming meanness,
moving in commotion,
coaxed me to buy a new one.

You know, I am of the old order !
Maybe, I succeed.
But I know,
lasting it will never be.
Any moment the connection would be cut
plunging me deep into the abysses of darkness....


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"You interpret my heart, my nature, as you wish to believe it. In truth, I have no secret longing to be saved from myself." (Eugene Onegin – Alexander Pushkin)