Through screens and shells,
sunshine brightens my hands.
On the table they lay, unmoved;
but still in motion the dust above it.
Looking at the streak,
that runs along my left ear,
I am watching; the most beautiful,
the most natural, dance of nature.
A shiver to the subtle little particle,
and it beats and coves, and dances
to the sound of sun,
to the light of wind.
© Rajat Mahajan. 2010