Guilt of stealing

Guilt of stealing

Walking on a sublimely beautiful carpet of foliage in drizzling rain.

Almost unearthly colors filling every corner of my eye.

Then arises guilt – am I stealing something very precious from heaven?

Heaven laughs, boisterous laughter coming out of its abyss – the infinite depth of its opulence.

I walk again, enjoying the freedom, feeling free from my guilt of stealing.

• Poem by – Dr. Shrenik Shah