The Sun Poem by DILIPBHASKER MATHRA

The Sun



The Sun is climbing in the east,
Over the tree top
And above my house.
Now right above my head.
It is noon, hot and burning.
After five look at the west -
The Sun is just over the sea.
Dimming slowly
And moving down
To swim in the western sea.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success