Corners Poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri

Light poured through the corners;
A gentle breeze blew over them.
The corners had their own soul
They were lying in a pool of light
Creating their own silhouettes
The jasmines whispered in them
Through soft jellied moonlight
Their fragrance held us in thrall.
Our old tiled house had its corners
Soft and purring like our family kitten
They cast such fine shadows
Dusky, deep and mysterious
We looked into our abandoned well
To fathom the depth of its corners
The water there was a mere shadow
The shadow of a reality that once was.