How it all began…
Far at the brink of vision,
orange and grey churn,
amidst the greatest of creation,
rose the illuminous one.

As one ponders
over the world as a maze,
he charms us wonder of wonders!
with a brilliant tinge of saffron haze!

Softly, sternly, he glides afar,
gently and firmly he defeats the night,
in the distance blinks the star,
should it stay? Or give up the fight??

He kisses the flowers, caresses the buds,
and smiles at the blessed ones,
‘thou art his, his own, the Lord’s,
who loves all and none he shuns’.

He smiles, laughs, sighs and fades
he blushes as the earth glances
He muses as he genly fades,
‘How the ocean’s love for its droplets enhances…’

‘How its love formed a ripple,
in the fathomless terrain,
and the fallen droplets – how fickle,
the meanders have a lot to learn…’