a poem by Satheesan Rangorath, India - poetry writer, author, poet

My teacher took my fumbling hand;
And guided me through the vein of darkness
At the end of alley there was a spec of light!
Real brightness, I thought.
My beloved master suddenly stopped me.
There was a sudden lightening all around.
And in my mind too!

Is it real?
He guided me to look at the stars
Sun and moon.
are'nt they brighter?
You are the brightest of them all.
Then he smiled.
It was the smile of God.
The smile of universe.
Also the smile of a child.
so innocent and fresh.


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