Tell me Sun
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Tell me Sun
Who is the dearest?
The spring or the autumn
One charms you with a rose
Another with a thorn
And equal upon them you call
Without any discrimination
O Sun! What a profound mind
You carry when you touch all
And in reverence deep
Down goes my head thou Sol
A life that never dies
Do tell me
Who is the dearest?
The spring or the autumn
For the circumference you carry
Spurs my soul to muse upon
And that goes beyond my perception.........
Beautiful question, put to the sun, penned down in a poem. The sun said the answer lies within you for me both rose and thorns are same as I shine same on you. I make no discrimination its you who make this discrimination you have put a barrier between rose and thorn search for the answer the answer lies within in you.... I hope so you are satisfied with the suns answer. Don't take my this comment seriously. I was just kidding. The real fact is answer lies within us. but we search outside...Beautiful poem once again from your pen. Loved reading it.
spring is full with love and hope autumn is a memory of love and hope very nice poem...
Sun, Sun come and stay Be it December, August or May... I loved you poem Thanks
Sun sheds light on the brute and the beast... on the king and the pauper.. He never discriminates... He is steady and never fails to light each day.... A great tribute to the sun!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem..........