The Battle

Shades of night
Melt into the shadows,
As the Mist does battle with
The Rising Sun.
The battle for supremacy
Rages on.
First the Sun, then the other;
The misty dew on the trees
Melts under the power
Of the life-giver, the Sun.
Rays of light
Streaking through the misty morning
The Mist slowly dies but
Lives to fight another day.

- satyajit venkatraman
winter 2000 (?)

SV Notes: Conceived on the bus to Infosys in Bangalore one lovely mid-winter’s morning. Unfortunately, not set down in words at the time. So the thought kind of meanders and I feel doesn’t drive home the beauty perceived.