Trying to think

Light is a very strange phenomenon
At night it flows through the head-lights like stream of gold
And in the day winks at you through the reflection on glass panes
No open space is enough for it to spread
But it can walk through a narrow slit too
You think light and darkness are opposites
But each gives the meaning to other’s existence
Shadow, the disguise of darkness
Does not let the precious light fall on the ground
Some spend their life seeking the light of wisdom
But little do they realize that wisdom follows the light.