I am a day person completely. I feel a bit low after every sunset. This poem is an ode to the sun accentuating its importance in my life.
Magnum strength of force
Gold vermilion purple shine through
For hours I bathe in its hue.
Rather angry he seems at a point
When the day is past half its time
Like a little tadpole I try to smile
Wrinkle my eyes and tears anoint.
Warmth of the early morn
With a cool breeze to comb
My face hands and soul.
The dusk brings a bright red ball
To look at him straight is no easy game
From the corner of my eyes
I try and fail to fathom his holy grail.
Like a mystery with various shades
A presence of the divine fate
He shines and fades every day.
© 2019 Tiyasha Maitra