#LonelyStreetlight

Beneath the cosmic dome, it stands alone,
A sentinel of silence, carved from stone.
The lonely streetlight, in its steady gleam,
Illuminates a world caught in a fleeting dream.

Its photons race, a billion waves in flight,
Unseen dancers in the quantum night.
A superposition of dark and bright,
It questions the observer—what is sight?

Does it know the atoms it gently reveals,
Or the fleeting shadows its presence heals?
In the Vedantic vastness, it seems to say,
“All is Maya, shadows that play.”
...