At twilight the paper blinds come down
The windows turn to panels of milky blue.
They stand out with light from behind,
The room gathers light they let through,
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A wonderful poem that works like a tranquilizer. Having read it, my mind now is a house of dimmed lights. There is absolute peace as I witness every piece that fleets through in the haze.
At twilight the paper blinds come down The windows turn to panels of milky blue. They stand out with light from behind, The room gathers light they let through, And answers with gleam of white walls. Deep blue from the ceiling seeps into the air; - - - - - - - - - - A beautiful narrative of approach of evening- - - - -The dimming of light- - - the view inside the room and hall- - - - - an insightful poem expressive of our wisdom, our openness to the coming light..Thank you for sharing this marvelous poem.
I support Bharati Mam.Her analysis is perfect.
Yes, she goes straight to the gist of the poem. She has been generous with her comments, so I invite you to read more of my poems. We can learn from her comments.