The hot afternoon
the sun makes one swoon
a glare through the window
enters suddenly like a shadow
the gleam is so bright
the shadow grows to a height
it expands vertically
not anyway horizontally
hops into the area lightly
walks through unobtrusively
followed its move scrupulously
could never keep track regularly
it crossed and turned now and then
tiptoed up and down 
all in an abrupt silence
fear kept me in abeyance
I stood there for long
know not how long
with eyes wide open in a faze
I was locked in an unexplainable daze
Meenas Poems 