Tuesday, August 31, 2010

The Cruel Sun


Leaves lose their crispness
Birds go home
Still walking on the forlorn track,
I keep looking back and forth
Birds’ song – too distant
Shade of the trees – away!
Under my shadow, I refuge from the cruel sun
Treading fast, I keep walking to run.

Sun chasing me
Following me, to look into my weak eyes
Eluding, I strive as it is strong

Trees – not thick enough and the sun blazes with all its might

My fault or that of the power after me?
Leaving vacuum - the unanswered question slows my pace.

I still keep moving and the sun keeps following
Its cold, but no wish to beek in the cruel sun -
I fear to burn!

3 comments:

  1. Wow! Its awesome.. I'm lost in ur words, these r just amazing.. Keep writing the master pieces...

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  2. Hi Ams:)) Love the way you worded this poem, because you took a simple topic and turned it into some great poetry. Bravo!

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  3. The sun looked at us for days. never broken a promise. Giving life, though we often overheated. The Cruel Sun, a beautiful poem. I like, and if you like, I wish we could exchange links . how?

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Thanks a bunch to all the readers and comment writers!!

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Tuesday, August 31, 2010

The Cruel Sun


Leaves lose their crispness
Birds go home
Still walking on the forlorn track,
I keep looking back and forth
Birds’ song – too distant
Shade of the trees – away!
Under my shadow, I refuge from the cruel sun
Treading fast, I keep walking to run.

Sun chasing me
Following me, to look into my weak eyes
Eluding, I strive as it is strong

Trees – not thick enough and the sun blazes with all its might

My fault or that of the power after me?
Leaving vacuum - the unanswered question slows my pace.

I still keep moving and the sun keeps following
Its cold, but no wish to beek in the cruel sun -
I fear to burn!

3 comments:

  1. Wow! Its awesome.. I'm lost in ur words, these r just amazing.. Keep writing the master pieces...

    ReplyDelete
  2. Hi Ams:)) Love the way you worded this poem, because you took a simple topic and turned it into some great poetry. Bravo!

    ReplyDelete
  3. The sun looked at us for days. never broken a promise. Giving life, though we often overheated. The Cruel Sun, a beautiful poem. I like, and if you like, I wish we could exchange links . how?

    ReplyDelete

Thanks a bunch to all the readers and comment writers!!

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