Box On Shelf

I walked

Through the dust carpeted way

To chase the most willing life

The way though had no trace

Of footprints on paddy land.

 A box

Gifted by the sunshine

A slight speck of light

While hanging chandeliers glowed

An insight to see both.

I took it

Muddling what it had to offer

The pond rippled a thousand circles

For a sparkling mingle fire

Death lost its way.

Smile

The streak of tomorrow shone.