The Bedtime Story

By Mahathi Vinodkrishna

To tell you my little allegory,

It starts with my mom and a bedtime story.

As the tale went on and lost its flow,

My mother got up to go.

By nature, she walked towards the light,

I told her, "Ma, I like it bright".

She spared a glance at my feeble protest,

Then, I turned off the light and left

The darkness, at first, swallowed me whole,

Then my mother returned with the light she stole.

She apologized for keeping me in the dark,

but the light she brought,

It looked so stark.

Watching the light made darkness stare,

And henceforth, darkness followed me everywhere.

By Mahathi Vinodkrishna