In whatever corner of the globe

You might be living, leading a life,

My rays will always reach you

For I am the giver.

I came not to receive,

I came to give what I have to offer—–

Light and love.

 

Call me God, call me eyes of Shiva,

Call me friend, call me by any name,

I came to give life and sustain it,

Loftily upholding my ideal,

With neither respite nor getaway

For I love you all, in days bright and clear

And nights dark, in various echelons

Of your life.

 

I look down and see you all

Working together creatively,

To make a niche for yourselves,

A comfort zone, as sweet as chestnut honey.

 

I look at the farmers shelving the hay bales,

The horses running wild in the meadows,

The art of poesy being pushed ahead

By poets’ cumulative love for writing,

Babies being breast fed by mothers,

And like-minded people engrossed in a conference

To find ways and means to stop genocide

And destruction of life on planet earth

While evil men with an outlandish grin

Or a Machiavellian smile watch pools of blood,

Red as their own cascading down.

 

I rise everyday and perform  my task

For one day, all of us have to give an answer

For all the good and the evil that we did.

Giving light and love is my mission.

I am the sun.

 

pramilakhadun