Glassy Dreams

He stood before us
Talking about the glass world
The lenses, the prisms,
The mirrors that reflected

Taking us through various curvatures
To the gay colours of the retina
The black spot promising complete darkness
Subtending angles of vastness

How the magnifying power of the lens
Could make us look at the world so vivid
Scattered light, famished flights
Dispersed into rainbows

The parabolic strands of colour
Unveiling like some new promises in the sky
Reflecting the glee of the droplets
Which remain suspended in work

The world of the micro and macro
The world so full with gusto
And his hands continue to show
The universe is nothing but more
-Kasturi Ghosh