The bright sun rises
In the east,
Great hope springs from it
With ease and spontaneity,
Throughout the day it reigns
The vast sky like a powerful king,
In the afternoon it sets in the west,
Slowly its light fades,
Still I see the great sun very promising
In my refined and sublime poetic vision.
The poetic vision can see what the eyes fail to. Sun is the symbol of that vision. Ancient Indic literature puts ravi (sun) and kavi (poet) in the same line.
Muse of the sun! ! Musing along. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A beautiful poem with fabulous ending dear Anjandev! Beautifully composed....10++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sun promises light and light brightens hearts, life and the entire surroundings! Great eulogy for the sun who dies and rises everyday!