gajanan mishra

(3rd April 19sixty / Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India)

Who is the sun?


Who is the sun?
Is he above and beyond time?
No doubt you have calculated
Second minute hours day night
Month year according to
The movements of the sun
No doubt the sun has unlimited
Potency in heat and light
No doubt the sun is the eyes
And rotates within the fixed
Orbit of eternal time
The sun is under the control of
Supreme Truth, the sun is
Not independent, the sun under
Time's control, the sun is
Not fearless.

Submitted: Sunday, December 22, 2013
Edited: Monday, December 23, 2013

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I am with Truth.The sun is also under the truth.The sun is also sure to die like me.

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