Someone asked me today, if being in Sun ever makes me irritated because it did trouble them. I said, I am in too much love with the Sun, so I accept that he can burn us with his heat but I can and have let him roast me a number of times while I wandered in the Hills, The Jungle, The city and the Beaches. That reminded me of this short poem I wrote for a very dear friend Chanchal, who shares my extreme love for the Life line of our System - The SUN.
He burns himself and gives me light
If ever I can, I will hold him tight!
I will tell him that I love him more each day,
Though, he won't understand but love me his way
I will melt in his heat and still won't turn
For all his greatness, for just being The Sun!!
Am colored in his aura at dawn and dusk,
For every breath of my life, his existence is
must,He burns himself and gives me light
If ever I can, I will hold him tight!
I will tell him that I love him more each day,
Though, he won't understand but love me his way
I will melt in his heat and still won't turn
For all his greatness, for just being The Sun!!
