Run Poem by Kranthi Pothineni

Run



Too far I saw the rising golden sun
It smiles at me as if it’s the one
That rules the blue sky and my son
For ages and ages even after I am done

Its hot burning breath is having fun
It passed over me to make me stun
Circled me into its hands to shun
All my ageless golden beards bun

Golden sun at its peak is a firing gun
Fires at me as if it’s the one and I’m none
Burns deep in me to make my shade run
Fading shade whispers me to run, until we won

Sunday, May 25, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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