By Pramod Rastogi
DAWN There is a murmur in the wind. The night is on the alert to flee. Daybreak is dawning As shades of soft white mix To make the darkness light. Trees are barely visible In the silence of the dawn. Birds awaken, chirp aloud. Golden hues paint the sky To give the dawn a bridal glow. Hung high are the curtains Of the dawn, which blow open On landscapes of hopes anew. But dawn’s span is short. A torrent of light let loose Is set to conquer the world As dawn awaits in reverence To breathe in the freshness Of its first droplet. Draped in the first rays of light, Dawn bows out of the stage.
Pramod Rastogi is an Emeritus Professor at the Swiss Federal Institute of Technology (EPFL) in Lausanne, Switzerland. He is a Member of the Swiss Academy of Engineering Sciences. He is the 2014 recipient of the SPIE Dennis Gabor Award. He is currently a guest Professor at the IIT Gandhinagar, India.
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