lalitha iyer

Freshman - 719 Points (7.6.1967 / Kochi, India)

A Golden Sun - Poem by lalitha iyer

the blind when he sees
the beauty of the life
his urge to watch
never ends the whole patch

the crippled when walks
with the legs newly built
his haste to run
never ceases to fun

I too was suffering
from the Rains incessant
they killed the living zest in me
and as i started giving up
and succumbed to wounds of lethargy and dull
did I ended up into depressive hauls
there came the Golden Sun
like the Messaih from the East
sprinkling my heart and the blue sky
with lovely rings of delight and
passion to my flights

Could dawns be so beautiful?
I was sipping the sunshine
long after I was born
years after I have seen the sun daily
this dawn I really felt
that I missed the Sun belt
across my bosom
that triggers my in things to fashion........

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  • Gold Star - 38,920 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (5/14/2014 2:40:00 AM)

    The sun, the blind and importance of life all is stated in the poem and good. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 24, 2010

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