Apollo: The God Of The Sun Poem by Pavan meena

Hera's cause, she wanders with labour pains
Helplessly, in oceans, skies, mounts & plains
But Poseidon's pity, a floating land she gains
Here she was blessed & sun commotions begins
Since your chariot heavily loaded harns
Beams, not too hot, were harms for harms

Python, which slay altered scared Delphi, sacred
Like other sinner, was murdered
Your sons to you,
As lovely & temptingly
As the Laurel tree
Because of she
Eros's fault, shooting in hiding

So drive us like Paris's arrow
like Gammas, them throw
To burn off mantle germs
And save gems
As now world is without sacred souls
Cause- thou spoils