Poem - A January afternoon
On a January afternoon,
the Sun is shining high,
resting, relaxing and rejuvenating,
beneath the black shawl I lie.
On pulling the shawl over my face,
I saw something magical taking place,
through the minute pores of the fabric,
sunbeams enter the inner space.
I saw my hand shining,
like million diamonds would sparkle,
and all the stars twinkle together,
as the blue skies darkle.
The covering may be dark,
but the light needs a minute hole,
to enter our mind,
and enlighten the soul.
- N K Sran