Transient clouds as dark in sky,
Dark as ashes, always high;
Thought of hiding Sun, beyond,
But down on land still was dawn.
Prattled, would they ever shield?
Rays, since inception never kneeled;
Still who roam beneath, descried,
Could dusk befall with jubilee?
Storms twisted on barren lands,
In shelter beneath all in sand;
As lightening struck, erupting noise,
But never the light was destroyed.
Belief rescinded, that rays restricted for one,
Encircled what dispersed, knowing who’s The Sun. :)
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2021