I still remember that night. (Short Poem)

Man Looking Up At Stars

And I still remember that night

When the whole world had gone dark

Just little lights in little homes

Far far apart

I still remember how we had grabbed our tiny flashlights

And had flashed them on the lonely lifeless street

below our rusted black balcony

We were hoping to spread a little light

In a dark, dark world

It amazes me how we hoped,

No matter how little our lights were

And I still remember how other little kids

had joined us in our craziness

Flashing little lights with us

Helping someone cross a dark street

And I still remember the wide smiles

When electricity returned

Brightening every inch again

Making everything normal

And I remember how everyone would forget there was ever a dark hour

And I remember how everyone would forget about it

but you.

You changed the cells in the flashlight

And kept it on a shelf close by

And now I can see

How you are still spreading the little light in a dark world

with a little flashlight

And I can see how others are joining you.

Joining in to make a man cross a street.


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14 responses to “I still remember that night. (Short Poem)”

  1. I am speechless!! Great Job buddy!! Enjoyed the tiny emotions embedded deeply in your words!!☺👍

    1. I am smiling so hard. Thank you so much!

  2. Nostalgic! Wonderfully written

    1. Thank you!

  3. Wow it’s been a long time.
    Nice poem and I love what you’ve done with the blog. 🙂

    1. You do? Still working on the changes right now. I missed some old faces around here! Nice to to see you! How are you doing?

      1. Been busy with school life and just taking out time to write whenever I can. What about you? How’s it going? 🙂

  4. Reminds me of my years of living in the Himalayas where the power went off all too regularly … especially in winter! Beautifully written, thanks.

    1. Wow it must be so beautiful up there! I did go to one of the peaks for a vacation it was…chilling and mesmerizing! Thank you so much! Really glad you enjoyed!

  5. Ah, life as a kid was a simpler time. Still, I don’t wish to go back. I love this poem. It takes me back to those simpler times. Times you didn’t have much worry or too many cares.

    Such a beautiful poem.

    Cheers! ^_^

    1. Thank you! I did want to write about that time! When the only games we played were board games or running behind each other. Thank you so much!

      1. Yeah, great times. Thank you for sharing. ^_^

  6. Beautiful !!

    1. Thank you !

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