The Golden Sun
The golden sun,
Hot and luminous,
In tropical blue
looks magnanimous.
Its dresses
are rays bright;
They melt the darkness
of all fright.
It gradually
our skin tans,
Mauritian warmth
flashes an island’s dance.
It often burns
like strictness’s flame,
But we love
that king’s intelligent games.
In island’s activities
daily framed,
The golden sun
remains our motivating friend.
Vatsala Radhakeesoon
An engaging work that displays a meditative,entrancing quality.
Stimulating.. !!
Beautifully penned. 🙂
Magical ! Well done !
Fascinating and so beckoning 🙂 .