The Sun


A shaft of light rises up on the sky,

water pearls blink,

the woods awake

with a melodious purr,

chirps signal dawn,

with the day’s work done,

the golden glow dips,

the paint fades

on this beautiful canvas,

and different seem

the colours of time,

of dusk and wine.

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About Rahul Aithal

I am from Mumbai, India. Composing poems gives me immense pleasure. Few poetic sites I write on are -,, and, recently Avant-Garde-Writer's Haven (on Facebook). You could browse my other writes on my private blog, I am glad to have joined this site, thanks to Louis. I hope to add value and get the group going.

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