"The Sun" - A Short Poem

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.

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!!