To The Sun Poem by Muzahidul Reza

O, sun! Red, yellow and gold colored sun
You are under a great strategic plan
To heat, shine and enlighten every one
Living in your alloted circle, region;

Early in the morning your red color
Peeps through gentle breeze of the air
Calls me to come out to look at the gyre
Multi colors play and get changes where;

Yellow and golden colors soon replace
Your morning tender and reddish face
As a man out of child slowly grows
With mighty vigour to all it refresh;

At youth your scorching heat blazes
My soft face can't look at your face
Your mighty power it easily realises
For so long a day gradually passes;

At late afternoon your old age comes
Are you a human? Get those four stages
Child to young; young to man to old age
Your setting reminds me someone dies;

At night the nocturnal animals howl
Your absence they utilize quite well
To steal fruits, hunt preys and kill
They flee after hearing your coming bell.