Your mentor, always

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When I look at the sunrise

or at the wind creating its

colourless backdrop,

I feel nature is imitating me

not as the sunrise but

as the backdrop...

Pale, understated yet

significant for the sun to

emerge and mesmerise

the world with its beauty!

You are my sunshine, you’ve

always been so

and I wonder, how magical

it is to be your constant

yet not unfolding as the magic itself.

I have played the role of the mentor

far too long to believe

that I have it in me to be the magic.

Is it the perpetual comfort?

or the unquestionable outcome?

Is it the fear of being reduced to dust?

Or is it the ease with which I exude

the compelling aesthetics?

None of these, I am sure...

It is your non-demonstration

of the backdrop, not putting

so much effort of creating for me

what I have been creating for you

and you and you all-

the mere Canvas... in which

I could be the magic

for once and not draw the curtains

as the backdrop, ready for another

day for another sun

to rise, with my fatigue unheeded.