The Final And Fresh Sun Poem by Mohammad Muzzammil

The sun calls back of its rays,
And ready to go far behind,
Birds and cattle are on their ways,
To reach their home before day truns blind.
The sea is calm and fish on rest,
And cold winds from the west,
Passing through every mount, forest and valley,
A spirited and melodious voice I hear,
Wishing us warmly Keats and Shelley,
Of coming a lively and happy new year.

The breezy blows and breaks the day,
In the foggy morn the sun does shine,
The pearls are lying on greenw clay,
That really invites a revolt wine.
Make much efforts and less endure,
Hope to raise and fear not to feline,
Then wait for help from the Azure,
And joys'll wait for thee in single line,
Singing it the wind moves everywhere,
And says to whole creation a happy new year.

(01.01.2008)