Death And Birth Of Sun Poem by lalitha iyer

Setting beauty is simply amazing;
the sound of birds warning
the rustle of leaves tired
the glow of golden clouds very delicate
sun like a dying heroine
soft and delicate shines

Rising Sun has dawn at his command
he dictates every dew to dissolve;
every bud to bloom readily
touches every being
reversing the fatigue into singing
birds now greet with sweet melodies
time to cycle nature muses
its morning every one chooses
life beats and city throbs
sunrise boosts up the sleepy knobs.

Sunset sinks into;
night has its sweetest moments
nameless love shrouds the sky
hearts group into, solitude mates with
silent hearts companies seek
every house cheers up with life
as darkness speaks of silent souls
hugging warm beneath the rugs
sleep symphonies dreamy webs.

Sunrise opens up every privacy
it uncovers every door
and peeps into, egging on to tour
it fruitifies the nights harvest
into a mini marathon
halted by nights oblivions.