October 14, 2012
Will someone please rescue the Sun?
The Sun has got entangled in the thorns. The shadows of the branches Stride the land Menacingly. The thorns are ripping the Sun. Soiled by the smog, ruined by the rains, The Sun looks Like an old, forgotten kite. The long shadows of the grey branches Merge with those of the tall, glittering buildings. No one has the time To notice the embrace. The world is becoming grey; The Sun is fast losing its will to fight. It is time someone took notice And rescued the Sun. The people who pass by the entangled Sun In their SUVs, look at their watches And worry About their coffee dates. Meanwhile, the vultures sit On dried branches, biding their time. Hopefully someone will rescue the Sun, Before it is too late. ***