Sunlight Filtered by the Cloud

By Bhargavi G. Iyer

As though full of invisible dirt,

Or poison, to fitter substance, convert,

The purest of all alone allowed,

In sunlight, filtered by the cloud.

The heat hit by a boomerang,

Ran back to where its nation sang,

A hymn to ward off light aloud,

To sunlight, filtered by the cloud.

The sunsets hiding in the sea,

And cotton cloth, though just partly,

The red becomes a solemn shroud,

For sunlight, filtered by the cloud.

Even before those pallors peek,

And sharp at dawn, the poultry shriek,

Awakens abstracts of a sleeping crowd,

To sunlight, filtered by the cloud.

Barren lands suffering from fever,

Cured by a wondrous white web weaver,

Basking, drenched in a moment, proud,

Of sunlight, filtered by the cloud.



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