Poetry

Hours of Sun

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The audacity of bright light,

Getting through the glass

Into the inner universe

of my languid gaze.

                                      

Glowing, flaming,

settling its territory.

This yellow incandescent ball,

writhing with my soul.

                                      

Congenial & heavenly to my senses,

brimming with delight.

Forming a foliage

of pleasure and pain,

making me feel alive.

                                                        

~Sunaina Choudhary

India

2 Comments

  1. Vikas Kumar
    March 27, 2023 at 10:59 am

    Very nice poetry. Poetry of introspective blissful thought about the importance of light in lighting the living world.
    A candid expression from the land….where it is being prayed since long ago…..”Tamsomay jyotirgamay…..”