The Sun is busy warming up, the other side of globe,
my land wears almost a sheer, a translucent moist robe,
The Sun seeks from us, to warm up from with in, like him and shine,
but we choose to catch up the lost heat from our rogue rage and intoxicating wine,
Learning to light from the Sun, we postponed it for another time,
killing time and our fellows has become easier
than polishing our souls in humility and shine,
The Sun’s rays have not reached our dark minds,
We are busy playing wars, and the rockets do shine,
we pray for their dead souls, far away,
sending prayers, but sharp shooters,
and missiles loot our peace of mind,
we have enough of fire to set ablaze the moist robe,
let it all dry it up,
many moist eyes will again make it humid,
a bit saline to make it up
so let the Sun go away warming up the other side of globe,
we have enough fire to light the sky with splinters,
we celebrate warm peace, in a cold tearful winter!!
15.12.12
Sangeeta Suneja
The line , ” We are busy playing soldiers “, highlights a magnificently crafted and flawlessly nuanced poem of surprising philosophical depth and no small measure of vibrant moral gravitas.
Thank you so much, I am so sorry to notice your lovely comment so late, please accept my apologies sir. I deeply value your comments and feed back.
beautiful poised work
Thank you Nalini, so kind of you, I am really glad that you liked it.