Light
I sit here in my room, at an open
window
Lots of lovely sunlight enters
the room
I have some deep relation with
this light,
It has been one of the most
precious gifts to me by life,
I playfully give it the name of a
beautifier for
it beautifies anything it falls
upon:
It makes gems out of water waves,
It gives colors to the lovely flowers
and birds,
It makes the green leaves
sparkle…
There is something in this light,
that lets us believe that we all
are every moment being showered by something divine,
in front of which our small
troubles are but nothing.
This light is melodious,
and sometimes I look upon what it
gives to me and my eyes become watery,
for how can I ever pay back the
love and warmth and infinite little pleasures it gives me.
Sometimes, I feel that all that
is good is light and my heart is love and love is light…
-Manan sheel.
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