A ray always illuminates the dark graveyards-
It can be the ray of science, arts or philosophy:
It is coming from the sun- an everlasting source of knowledge.
The creator too-
Pervading the ever expanding universe in form of ether-
Is great.
The nature- outside and inside-
Blooms in midst of ray and ether
As a sunflower blooms to beautify a garden.
As a nightingale sings to soothe the heart of an ever tired traveler,
The ray and ether touch with soft hands the hearts of million thirsty desert camels.
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