ഇനി എത്ര ദൂരം

 

Hymn to the Rising Light 

Amongst the outstretch of the hills, 

buried underneath shades of thy mischievous

Whose glow awakens,

the blindfold range,

resurrect with the arrival of the benevolent one, 

piercing through shackled ring, there comes, the powerful rays of purity, 

healing up sorrows that uproot deep through the soul, which no force could, soothe, but for

the mighty, 'Lord of Fire'

Now, the vale was clear, purest as can be,

 Lie the woods surrendering saintly to the cool breeze of December 

Amidst the heavenly blend of uncompromising light of love, and misty sheath of compassion,

Lay l astounded....

The woods seem to be enlightened by

the mellow shower of chill-which heavily bonds the heavenly paradise and the wholesome earth

The lakes, rivers, narrow brooks, did sparkle,

Sending out waves of ecstacy, Provoked by the soothing cool of morning 

The exalting crackle of frogs, buzz of bees, 

Creak of weeds and beetles, added to the praising glory of the foggy day....

Walk through the roads, filled in

Scars of realisation,

 In a soul, with a mind bound of anticipation 

The sky pretends to be unveiled by the Caretaking lines of magical force, seemed I, immersed in traces of virtual spirituality...

Roads brimmed with usual morning walkers, 

On their way, who open their hearts out,

 Unloading burdens of impending sorrows, 

instances of joyousness to the fellow companion,

The charming shouts of tiny tots, 

ever-echoing and re-echoing, might be singing...

Rajashree. V

Assistant Professor of Commerce 

Al Shifa College of Arts and Science, Keezhattur, Perinthalmanna.