Tired of watching man’s sins
Nonstop throughout the day
Under the very glare of his light
And unable to burn them down
The defeated sun set out retreating.
Uncontrite,
Man glowered at the wan sun
And the weary, weakened Orb
Unable to bear
The sinner’s burning glare
Slipped behind a veil of clouds
And sank down fast
Closing his eyes.
[Apr 23,2009: : Hyderabad - 500 056]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a new face of shame given to the setting sun....lovely