Brilliant Sun, I see your smicker play—
how you come and illuminate the day;
up ‘til the time of shade, do spread your lap,
then, slowly dip behind the cloudy cap.
You do animate the flowers that sleep
and unlatch eyes when your bright flashings creep;
which cope might few and few, fail to subsist;
your flaming heat and its strongness, resist.
Yet, in pleasantness you do wallow on,
for sky, the earth, and morrow’s golden dawn;
and instate ludic living—short of time;
from valleys and regions of every clime;
to teach: although death will be waiting fine
to take me, so why not now live and shine.
Shamik Banerjee is a poet and poetry reviewer from the North-Eastern belt of India. He loves taking long strolls and spending time with his family. His works have previously appeared in Slice O' Life Literary Magazine, Poetry Earthlings magazine, Glass Gate Journal, Your Spiritual Revolution and others.
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