The Sun's Labour Poem by Naveed Akram

The sun wears solitude's grace,
Finding the art so belabouring,
And keeping news of your comfort.
The heat of the stars combines,
As far as the naked eye can master,
Following the grin of a day in union.
The swearing is often in the air
Of oaths and felonies so condemned,
Guilty people convince us of their care.
The world is open ground for endeavour,
The sun has escaped the atmosphere,
And now darkness has its seat once more.