My verandah is basking in sunshine; Sunshine that feels like molten butter, That which flows freely In its desire to reach out and swamp everything With unbridled exuberance. Warm, playful, extrovert sunshine, Like a lover’s passionate impatience, Like a child’s unabashed playfulness, Falling over my shoulders, Running all over my face, Happy to have found me after many a decade. Happy to have found a willing friend, Who wants to give in To its friendliness. Happy to reach out to all those who are bereft of its reach, while at work in dark cubicles and living under artificial illuminance. Sunshine that deluges my face, reminds of God’s assurance, To dispel the dregs of loneliness And provides much needed solace!
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