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  A tiny, lonely
Wick of light
Stimulates wisdom.

Why, then,
Oh why,
Should bright blinding light
Perpetuate only mediocrity?

Create wave after wave
Of human beings
Blind to reason

Who prefer to be herded –
By what?

Hordes of herds.

Alas, darkness –
Darkness prevails.

ramesh gandhi