Treasure Island

Neela Nath


Shine O Sun Shine


Shine o sun, shine on
The earth and on me.
Shine on land, on trees,
Shine here smilingly.

Come out, pulling the,
Curtain of dark cloud.
Damp is the weather,
For the blackish shroud.

Pools are always full,
Grey look, took the sky.
We want to be basked,
To make this place dry.

Trees are now tired,
As they bathed all day.
Birds nests very wet,
For you, we must pray.

The shutters are all down,
Muddy are lanes, roads.
Ponds became playground,
Of frogs and their toads.

Water-logged people are,
Totally helpless.
Appear Sun God,
Give ray and do bless.

Submitted: Friday, July 20, 2012
Edited: Saturday, July 21, 2012

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(For my friends who are tired of rain)

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