It was a flicker,
unsteadily burning,
shining a wavering light;
The visual sensation of it
caused me vibration inside;
Thinking how transient light can be:
A play between “to be or not to be”,
I got recourse to mind.
Black holes popped up.
Then, I took refuge to my heart.
A CONCEPT was there,
standing like, a guardian;
I tried to read it.
Was it Levo?
No, it was not!
How about Vole?
It didn’t look so!
Then, there was light
The concept was now bright
It was nothing but LOVE!
Courtesy of Google pictures
Foroz, M. (2017). Inside Out: A Collection of English Poems. Olympia Publishers: London.
