O, My Bright Sun Poem by Upendra Singh 'suman'

O, My Bright Sun

Rating: 5.0


Listen to me, listen to me, O, my bright sun,
Where have you gone and what have you done?
The wicked fog is clutching the fairy dawn,
The dark's terror is going on.

Come soon, come soon, come soon here,
The whole world is under the fear.
Everyone looking forward to you,
The helpless being what can do?

The darkness is growing in your world,
‘Suman' can't narrate it word by word.
The devil‘s soul wandering here and there,
We can't see light's ray, can't get a handful air.

Wednesday, December 30, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: fog
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 30 December 2015

Bright is sun is wonderfully listening to your calling. Very interesting poem shared really.10

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