Spread all over, in its glorious hue.
I don't know if it has a bordor to it
But it keeps all, intact with its glue.
Oft I sit by the window to watch it
I try to go deeper, &, deeper into it.
I raise my eye balls upwards and I
Find myself burrowing deep into it.
The sky begins to swirl like an eddy
Surprisingly I find, I'm not unsteady
I get into it, without any reservation
I am wonderstruck but it isn't heady.
It grows deeper. When shall it stop?
My eyelids are heavy, begin to drop.
The scene doesn't suffer, a change
A soft glow looms, in the backdrop.
It's comforting like the moon's light
It is deeper but still within my sight.
The sky looks like a home to riches
Aplenty, & it bestows them outright.
Om Shantih
Ajit Sambodhi.
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