The Sun And Its Territory Poem by Chan Mongol

THE SUN AND ITS TERRITORY
Poem by: Chan Mongol
January 19 2022

It is my prayer to walk towards windows and I start my days;

At the charismaticStar, the creator, I silently gaze and gaze.

The specimen of all genes, roots of all are there together;

The Sun dispatches to fill blanks in spaces of soil, fire, water, air.

The Sun creates, scans, controls and knows necessary repairs;

The Sun fixes dents and also gives work orders to contractors.

I look at the visible Sun from the north, south, east or west;

Ancestors were roots but I find my father as nearest, the best.

Hindus, Arabs, Persians, Greeks, worshipers of fiery dragons;

Still, everybody looks at the Sun when it burns in specific regions.

Is the Sun another God or a lieutenant to God, or a deity, or an angel?

Alas! No pace to find big God by piercing the Sun is not possible.

For Solar system, they concluded the Sun as the head guy officially;

Trillions of zillions stars like the Sun remain unsolved mystery.

All in the Sky got own radius region for own authority;

There is a chain of command within everyone's territory.