Sun Is Walking Across The Sky Poem by Bharati Nayak

Sun Is Walking Across The Sky

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Symbol of light
Oh sun!
As you came into my life
dispelling darkness
I revel in beauty of your grandeur
Open to the warmth of your love
force of creation
Blossoms in me
I become the garden
of roses
Of foliage green
I become the springing rain
And a whiff of scent
That permeates
the passing breeze.

Thursday, November 5, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: creativity,life,light,love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rajnish Manga 06 November 2015

The radiance of sun and its impact on nature and life have been described beautifully in the poem. Awesome. Thanks. I revel in beauty of your grandeur Open to the warmth of your love

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Bharati Nayak 06 November 2015

Thank you for your inspiring comment.

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Sanjukta Nag 06 November 2015

The title is very eye catching and shinning like a sun. Beautiful poem dipped in vivid images. Liked it very much.10

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Anil Kumar Panda 07 November 2015

You are enlightened and love is dripping from your heart thick and fast. The poem is the witness. Amazing drop! !

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Kumarmani Mahakul 11 November 2015

Sun is symbol of light, life and creativity. This is very fantastic in sharing. Creation of emotion blossoms in self. Interesting...10

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Jesus Diaz Llorico 23 October 2016

The sun is the symbol of power and strength, it gives life to people on earth, it makes us see light and beauty in the day. A marvelous poem to ponder.

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Edward Kofi Louis 13 June 2016

In beauty! With the muse of creation. Nice work.

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Manonton Dalan 15 January 2016

who could be the sky? //////////////

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Dr.subhendu Kar 30 November 2015

Ebullience of green reverberates in vale of tunes warmth embraces into arms of blossom to entice exuberance of love dissipates holding joy in hand yet by whiff of fragrance airiness billows to endear iridescence, beautiful write by the imagery yet copiously compelling to remember,10+, thanks for sharing

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Daniel Brick 24 November 2015

I love the title of your poem. The image of the sun w-a-l-k-i-n-g is so sweetly intimate. It's not the powerful and overwhelming war-chariot of the mythological image nor is it the impersonal and overwhelming orb of fusion and gases of science texts. It becomes instead a companion of our morning walk through a park. And the immediate effect you feel is refreshment and green growth. This is the poetry I love because it makes the world familiar. You praise the grandeur of the sun, but scale down its immensity so that we can express our appreciation directly.

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