A RAIN OF LIGHT
VASANTHARAO VENKATA RAO
I
saw a rain of light.
Just
as the sun was about to set
A
cloud arose, from the west,
Like
a chain of mountains.
Thro
the dales and crevices
There
was a rain of light,
A steady shower, dim and lovely.
Slowly
the cloud transformed itself into a mighty lion,
With
head, mane, body, legs and tail
All exquisite and well-proportioned.
Looking
with rapt attention
I
found the lion changing itself into a mountain range
Which opened its mouth
And slowly gulped the sun.
The
agonising cries of the swallowed sun
Shot
up fanwise.
The
lips of the mountain range
Shone
brilliant–not with lipstick red–
But
with piercing brightness,
A sign of victory.