Sunlight Poem by Atul Rajesh Sharma

I drone away my lonesome days
In my dull, noisy class;
I may be in a brighter phase,
Still more I can amass.

A beam of sunlight passes through
The window of the room,
And yet it passes bright, anew
Through my heart’s crippled bloom.

It tells me all the tales it brings,
All lore that passed in past,
With light cones deeper than what clings
As Sun’s own smile so cast.

It tells me of the blessed bloom,
That on the beds of streams
Gets nourished by their caring womb
Amid those sunny gleams.

It tells me of the webs that shine
When on the water’s sprite,
This golden stream becomes divine
From just a beam of light.

It says of all the gardens bright,
Where felicitous flowers
Play on the lyre of strings of light,
Forming their graceful bowers.

It speaks of the enticing glades,
Of summer springs in hills,
Of all the trees that give kind shades,
Even of wind that chills,

Of clouds that float above my class
Like winter sheep for sale,
Of all the flying humans crass
In airplanes, on sky’s trail.

And yet there is a tale that lies
Beyond the happy world,
Unraveling itself on the skies
And still with space-time curled.