Sunshine glaring into this waiting room off and on,
whenever the door is opened by a person walking into
the room.
For seconds at a time, creating patterns and designs
throughout the room, then just as quickly disappearing
from sight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Man is blessed with this attribute of nature which brings about beautiful spectacle to savour every moment of our life. The poem gives us one such reason to rejoice. Thanks.