DAYBREAK

Painting by Sejuti Biswas

Dark whispers were they,

Claustrophobia simmers within,

Redundant and desolate,

A faraway look against a broken backdrop,

Deliberating; Why the dark whispers?

A distant voice calls.

Look at the reddish orange hue,

Spreading across the sky,

Look at the sparkle of turquoise,

Flowing unperturbed,

Look at the seagull,

Basking in the glory of its elevation,

Look at the dewdrops on the leaves,

Trickling down in harmony with the breeze,

Look at the corals underneath,

A shoal of butterfly fish goes by,

Look at the light house standing,

Undeterred, unfazed against the waves,

At times, crashing in fury during

gale and hail.

Dark whispers recede when the beam of light,

Cascade through the broken backdrop,

Mending with finesse,

I walk along the beach with the waves

caressing my feet,

A few wisps of hair playing across my face,

I sit still, the daybreak has dawned.