THE
LIGHT WITHIN
M. G. NARASIMHA MURTHY
The rosy hue of the
evening sky
Fades into the grey of
the earth,
Shadows mingle and all the world is dark.
Grey phantoms glide over
the head
Of the lonely traveller on the moor
Who peers through the
fantastic clouds
To
catch a glimpse of the lonely evening star.
Far beyond the world of
his dreams, it shines
And bids his soul rise
Above the shadows of the
gloomy world
And see the celestial
light.
Restless and weary, he
gropes in the dark,
With none to console nor guide his faltering steps.
Fettered with fears dark
and deep, his soul
Struggles
for a glimpse of the heavenly light.
‘What vain struggle!’
cries a voice deep within,
‘The star that sparkles
so far away
Is but a dim reflection
of the Light
Enshrined in thine own heart!
Behold the splendour of that Light;
All the shadows of the
earth will fly!