Rose I from bed, early like a hen,
at the right stroke of the sunrise, was grandeur what I have seen!
I was embraced with the fog, totally inundated with the beauty,
Nothing can I see, but indeed I felt that as a great duty.
can see I nothing except for the tyndall effect made by the sun,
but remember I hearing a prayer by some nun.
Everyone I saw were covering themselves with some thing,
may be a blanket or may be a rug,
wonder I, are they humans or an exanimate thing?
I felt the sunshine penetrating the profoundness of mind,
What can I say but blessed was I to find what I found.
Indigent people are those who slept through this,
knowing nothing about what did they miss.
Astonished was I to experience this,
Is it the nature or a bliss?
Still can’t figure out, what beguiled me,
But never did I mind,
because, I’m glad with what I see.
– $@$ Anand Shugor $@$
shuango 'I' adept 