Indigo dyed a deep shade
on immaculate yarn of day
in that blinding winding darkness
wing fluttered “ahem”
silence of million ticks
shatters; the cosmos
the creation on canvas and behind
freeze and hear “Read”
light pirouetted, soubresauted waltzed
celebrated the birth of “Word”
light scattered sensually over
the languid indigo
now embellished with million stars
light giggled and jabbered
aye thou shall hear it
He shall clear the silted senses
and speak unto you
the gold syllabled and emerald casted
“Word”
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