Sun
for every missing one I am aware
of hours lost when sky is sobbing in the rain
hiding away in gloomy clouds,
feeding my despair
Sun should come out every day
to lit my spirit and to warm my senses -
for in the cold I wonder in dismay;
I’d rather have its lonely scared ray
to sear my pain and let me live intensely.
Sun should come out every day -
for it’s the only way
to bring some life to my existence.
I store its light for prominent persistence
of saddened, grumpy and pathetic days
Sun must come out every day,
without excuse, no shy for shining body!
It needs to charge so many lives
and let the souls be melted in its glory
Sun can’t miss out meeting Earth
Up in the hill I greet it with an oath
No matter what the problems there are in universe.
23/11/2016
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