Sunday Poem By Amanita Sen

Sunday Poem By Amanita Sen

The vision

It was a frank golden sunlight marching inside the room the day after the night father passed away. Not a tinge of any other colour marked the hue, so spotless were the lights so generously giving. All partings since then carry for me the brightness of the sun, the fearlessness of daylight, the trust that farewells do not impede vision; like the impeccability of the leaf after a shower,perhaps the vision will enhance after the spell of grief. The vision that help us see within .