Cold Sun Of Old Spring - Poem by Kumarmani Mahakul
Neither hot nor warm this sun is,
Tender is its flight and movement,
Opening smiling face sun giggles,
Some say this sun of spring is moon.
Old spring is gold flower of love,
It is told that fun is granted in joy,
Toy of dry leaves pray green leaves,
Trees offer breeze of spring in free.
Neither in anger nor in tension,
We observe sky opens its vastness,
Sun is free to swim in light of own,
Like iron is done on dining table.
Wearing pant and shirt a shiny star,
Those dresses are ironed in dining set,
Sun has worn and recited fresh poem,
Cold sun of old spring is in youth now.
Old spring has revived Golden Age,
Sun is powerful king of coldness,
Nature has purely ironed leaves,
Wearing these trees are marching.
© Kumarmani Mahakul,21 April 2018. All rights reserved.
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