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A Fistful Of Stars: Dancing Diamonds

Taking a cooling shower on a sweltering Indian summer's eve suddenly fills poet Hariharan Balakrishnan with a sense of the wonder and glory of God.

This sweltering summer evening
With none else at home
I kept the bath door open
A tribute to degree fortythree

I put off the lights- one by one
And left the window ajar
To let the breeze in through the door
A salute to this summer heat

I opened the shower to let the spray
Cascade down my bending back
To cool the back that's tired and stiff
After a day of withering rote

I let the hair go wet and soggy
Cooling the pate and matters within
To face the shower full and straight
And swelled my chest to take the jets

Then I opened my mouth in wonder
As I saw some sparkling diamonds
Dancing, up and down my chest
Sputtering glitter in rainbow hues

Oh my God, if this you can show
In a pencil of light from far afar
How can I face the radiant Light
When you open Your door for me?


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