Teaches, Lady Night her offspring
lessons abundant for the performance
on the stage, the great Universe,
has designed in a planned way.
Before she retires from her job
for rumination every day,
she makes her children drop actions,
they are indulged in
with or without thoughts and planning.
Thunder alas! Rushes in and shoots
and blasts bombs splashing
clatters
of a highly amplified sound
spreading scary scenes in the terrain.
Flow down without intermission
strings of tears from the eyes
of our Mother Universe
expressing the angst of a great grade.
Appears there, Uncle Sun, bearing
a smart smirk on the visage,
along with a silent maid, her name is Dawn
to wipe off Mom's tears from her face.
Hari OM
ReplyDeleteThe third stanza came as a relief - in the way the sun does after rain! YAM xx
Thank you,Yamini.
DeleteHmm, personification of Day, night, morning and sun!!
ReplyDeleteThank you,Anil.
DeleteLovely thought...
ReplyDeleteThank you,Angel.
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ReplyDeleteThank you,SG.
DeleteThunder alas! As
ReplyDeleteA Terrorist rushes and
In violence shoots
Beings, ruffling their ease and
Peace; tears as torrents emerge.
Lovely poem...
Thank you,Vinita.
Deletebeautiful poem lady night and aunt nice names
ReplyDeleteLoved the way you expressed the poem. Beautifully written!
ReplyDeleteThank you,Vinitha.
ReplyDeletelot said in a few lines!
ReplyDeleteThank you,Sujatha.
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