Whiff of fragrance, a familiar one;
Sight of a loved one, solace to sinking heart ;
Quenching the thirst of a parched soul,
a pious ray of light.
Like a floating leaf in the sparkling water,
I feel light as a feather;
with all pain sucked out in a minute;
I reach out and feel the warmth of that pious light..
I float in the misty hue…
– Paramjot Taggar