Through The Palliating Veins Poem by Rachit Bansal

I hide...
Beneath the brown ridges,
enduring the feet that walk upon,
eyes closed...
faithfully preparing self,
to discern the first threads of dawn.

I glance...
Betwixt the moist shadows
through the minuscule pore,
orbs enclosed...
around the viridescent coat:
a yet to open door.

I emerge...
Through the palliating veins,
gazing at the anticipated sight,
smile disclosed...
reflecting back upon me,
along my first light.

I stare...
Up the creator's crowd,
below the white bow of horizon,
fragments exposed...
escalating upon the nodes,
up towards the sun.

I grow...
Above the soil that hid,
leaving behind salient shadows,
relief disposed...
upon my holy creator,
one giving me life, in his meadows.