Sunday Mess Poem by Indira Renganathan

You are a rambler east to west
Like the Sun
I'm like the sunflower
Looking for you right to left

Last Sunday you showed unusually
A strange gesture
Brought me flowers and sweets
Happily I feasted you in return

This Sunday you went out early
Me the Sunflower
Waiting for flowers and sweets
Counting happy moments

But late night you came whistling
With a shadow behind
To my awe that was a girl
Sunday became messy

I know Sun can dive into a pond
To befriend a Lotus
But not this way to my dismay mired
To defraud the Sunflower

Why God has decreed the Sun
To be far away
Know now, closer he is, will burn off
All lives

Then onwards all days 've been
Lonely my days now