Sitting in my study room
Sitting in my lovely study room and confined to an arm chair in a lonely afternoon,
Clearing the dense leaves and through the passages the retreating rays come from the tired and sleepy Sun.
It touches discriminately my different body parts through smooth and kind submission,
My books with three dimensional printing reflect the parallel beams and cause variable scattered emissions.
The crystallographic effects are touching the eyes and create a vibrant picture in my brain with numerous hidden captions.
I am still in the rigid desk watching these beautiful resonating images without blinking,
But unfortunately I have to leave and become mobile to join a gathering for felicitation.
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