I entered into the attic,
The silver almirah stood, covered by dust
All its silvery brightness swathed in soot;
The old silver jewels of Mom lay tarnished in the drawer,
The grey ashtray looked pale with a smoky odour
With cigarettes used by Dad hitherto,
Stifled by the silvery smut all over,
I went out to glance at the sea
Scintillating under the silvery rays of the scorching sun,
Snails lying ashore, gleaming with a silvery beam of hope,
Depicting "silver is no less than gold"
Only to engender one's bright silvery inklings revolving around the world!