My Glimpse And Glance Is After The Yonder Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore

Look! !
There is a sea of light
falling on the hills,
then it enters into the valley.
Light in her desirous,
eager search after beauty
reaches the wild beautiful flowers.

I breathe the smell of glory.

The wind plays on the leaves
of the mighty trees in the valley
like an appetent lover full of mirth.

The early morning haze lies
like the spun yarn
waiting for the playful
hands of the lover.

The hazes of the dawn are
the feathers of the sun rays
flying softly in the soft, clear air.

My glimpse and glance is
after the yonder
spreading itself on
the remoteness of the land.

The silver-grey horizon
mirrors endlessness.
In marvel drinks my soul
the joy deep inside
and feels behind all knowledge
the presence of eternity.