When all windows are open and
light enters your dark room.
That light seems so sharp.
That light seems so divine.
As if the tiled floor, is hard no more,
it's bed of soft loom,
scented with flowery vine.
That light seems so white
That light seems so pure.
Coz that's the only potion to bloom,
in your closed shady room.
That light seems a dope.
That light seems an emerging hope.
Coz that light reflects equally bright
making you alight,
when it turns the floor to mirror,
to show you the shadow that you lost before.
And that light remains your only pal,
till the sun sets in dismal.
For that light has shown you a new way,
and you'll patiently wait to meet it,
the next day !

- ©MadhusmitaBeura