A Vision Poem by Ruta Mohapatra

A room lit by the soft glow
From the fire at the fireplace
A bookshelf covers one wall
Containing the books of life
Of many, many people

An angelic form
White, ethereal, translucent
From up above descends
Takes out one of the books
Having white, grey and black pages

Carefully tearing out
All the grey and black pages
She goes to the fire place
And burns them
One after another

The book looks white
Pure, sparkling
Resembling the angel
She keeps it back in the bookshelf
And ascends to the sky