At noon, under the green umbrella br I lay on my back to watch the leafy waves br And the alternating luster of the sun, br Falling occasionally to the lull of lazy abandon br A dense liquid sensation creeping down br To hold even the bed of old leaves and grass br The cool wind’s intoxication blanketing br Till dusk when the evening prayers br Accompany assorted colours br Where light competes darkness. br What are these opposites – darkness and light br Love and hate, but light cannot be light without the other br And things are safe for me till this green umbrella br Is blown away by unseen winds.br br Raveendran N.V.