“Aurora” – Mohit Vamsi.
It’s dark now,
Gloomy, dark and black.
The whole world in grayscale.
All lay in wait for the miracle,
A diurnal ritual, aurora.
The early creatures,
And the nocturnal beings,
In their humble dwellings,
And some without;
Some in their sleep,
Some out of it,
Await the presence,
Of the star performer,
And I take my place beside,
My paneless bedroom window.
The sky begins to brighten,
Stars blinking, fading, leave the arena,
The moon lingers on maybe,
To greet its heavenly counterpart;
He’s behind the curtains now,
The magic is starting to happen,
The maiden rays of the sun,
Arrive with paints to color the earth,
First a bowl of molten gold,
Rising above the horizon,
Then the clouds, like velvet sheets,
In orange, violet and suchlike hues,
The leaves now, put on various greens,
The branches bathe in brown,
And blue diffusing in the colorless and calm,
Like mirrors, the waters of dawn.
The show finished, the curtains vanish,
Spectators disperse and I’m amazed,
As the sun shines bright and high,
A gift from skies, the present,
A new day, a new beginning,
The inception of something magical…
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