The grace of the morning sun
Waits with unhurried patience
Behind the closed door, wall and curtain
Lets my cozy privacy with reverance.
As I leaves through the portal
To address the daily chores
Much to this ignorant mortal
Energises the entire house
It happens now abound
The spring of infinite joy
I is nowhere around
The presence is quite wary
After a mundane day at work
I returns to the empty house
The lights are on
But the grace is already gone
Thursday, May 15, 2008
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3 comments:
Ode to the sun-a? nice one, and more importantly welcome back!!
main kahaan hoon?
Usha,
Thanks.
Ajay,
tum nahin ho. Ellam mana bbrandhi
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