procuring transparency in thoughts...

Mysterious as the sight gets tougher,

One notices to turn on the light –

Of the room called mind, and

Of the light called wisdom.

Mere comprehension kills the joy,

That of admiration and wonder.

The little heart craves for the moment

Of the stature of a prancing horse,

While it neighs in excitement and,

Holds the inextinguishable spirit.

The dawn of the day is posited

In the path of the brave and the wise,

Only to make the world a shadow,

Bestowing on it the spool of acumen,

With the sense of body, mind and soul.