Through the mountain passes,

The first golden rays filter in,

and lighten the whole world

in maze

Through mountain gapes and holes,

A singleton rattles,

Noise.

.

Cloves of seclude shades come and go,

Trees come and gaze softly

Slumbers.

Then a sky gazer with long arms reaching,

Withholding the blue sky,

Pricks me.

Warm trickle throbs through,

Red hot seething white blinds

Me awake

~ Kunjal Gupta