Ravinder Kumar Soni
Angry Sunrays - Poem by Ravinder Kumar Soni
My blue-tinted window-pane facing the sun
Lies shattered; why did this happen I dare not ask
But I know whose handiwork it is - the angry heated sunrays'.
They had warned me not to obstruct their path.
I thought I could have had my way imposed my will and cooled the rays
Had I not foolishly waited to watch the dawns and the dusks
And changed the clear glass-pane to the cool blue;
I know the sun does not rise; it does not set either;
It simply blazes away all the while heating everything else.
Now, I cannot even be angry or lose my temper and scream out loud;
There is no one to appreciate my tantrums and none to side with me,
My bare fingers are struggling to keep still and be steady.
They want to gather the strewn pieces and reassemble the shattered pane,
They want to defy the angry heated sunrays still creeping in.
But my eyes and skin they are not in their defiant mode,
They need to be protected and need a cover.
The little one residing within me weeps and bleeds.
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