Aftab Alam (15 th April 1967 / PRASTOLI, DORANDA, RANCHI, JHARKHAND, INDIA)

See the Sun
‘Tis bakers' bun
A crimson red
With the silky thread
To climb the fate
For the crispy bread
‘Tis natures pun
For everyone
Just see the sun
A rising sun//

Clear the dirty gun
It reduces ton
Birds sing and peep
A new life to keep
A melodious song
To get out of sleep
Come on, one by one
Say, it is done
Just see the sun
A rising sun//

Early rise and run
Do pray and turn
See the greeting dew
Torn fate it sew
To make a fresh
A branded new
Never shun for fun
There's loser none
Just see the sun
A rising sun//