Poem 23 : The Orange Lightbearer

When the light bearer

Over the horizon

Was raising gracefully

Encircled by his orangy aura.

I stood there struck

By his luminescence

And the magnificence

Of this spectacle.

There is light

And there is dark

One to create and

Other to destroy.

We sometimes ponder

And other times wonder,

Is this random

Or done with rhythm?

Mystified by the uncertainty

And petrified by the tenacity

Of the so called fate

We live day in and out.

But we churned out these,

Hope, faith and belief

Armor made by us

To survive the enigma of time.

And then came

Will, zeal and wisdom

To take us up above

Where the truth reigns.

-          Shashank K D

-          (12-01-2012)

-          On the eve of our Godfather’s 150^th birthday.