Wednesday, January 15, 2020

The Sun

Whose flames that rages but has gentle care
What it to lose that exude precipitous flares?
In winter one implores for it once to nudge
When precipitates for days, awaits to budge

The colossal floats afar with righteous intent
No more away, no less but at conscientious distance  
Touch cutis & heals that heed not to impair
There’s no irony nor conundrum as it has no share

Sphere revolves pays homage when succeed
As time went straight, it endured with seeds
No eclipse No Cloud can seize its place
There’s none in closed system in present race

Who look in the skies for it to rise to plant what feeds
Who ask compassion when deserted are lands or progenies
There’s this One who shelters & take no dime
Who may like ocean preserve guise & fabric with Time. :)

© Pranav Chaturvedi 2020