Shyam Gaire
Sparks of struggle appeared in the mind;
On the way to school, and I stood;
“Dear runner, be ready,” the boy said;
Emotion of filly spread like rays;
Passersby made fire to save from frozen cold;
Snow shone and fell down without hold;
School bells rang to be left
Boys played with filly by snow and shifted
A debonair gentleman wrote on nurture
Wildlife confused where to dwell and looking for
Relational music played inside stone-crafted houses’ mystery;
And bizarre mountain and woods’ victory;
A navy mesmerized with natural law;
Did you find beauty? And what you saw?