Lighter Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

In Tawang Circuit house the lights had gone:
Bearer comes in, the forgets to bring towels
But asks us in the candlelight what we want for dinner.

We had in the bout of darkness
Used our cell-phone lights,
Like big light-worms, emitting soft light,
To find our way in the pitch-black room.

Years ago I used to be a heavy smoker
And had many different lighters:
Since twenty first of November 1985
The day I became Health Secretary,
Maharashtra State, I quit smoking,
And since then my lips have not touched
A cigarette, these twenty three years.

Tonight up on the Eastern Himalayas
No lighter in hand for emergency!