The Ignorant Sun Poem by Avik Datta Gupta

Spirits have vanished
Somewhere into the sunset
As the ignorant Sun splashed it's warmth
Upon theicy white cloud flakes
For us to rejoice into the night
Leaving rest to rest till tommorrow
If it comes as all...
It'd be another miracle..
Bestowed upon our lucky souls..
We live another day
As our star changes colour through the day
So do we...like unknown disciples
Passing into the dark..or the moonlit night
We stand on the ground..floating somewhere in the air
Where we all seem to laugh
Hiding our deepest tears
Ignorance is bliss for you and me
As we flip through the chaneels of the colour TV
Somewhere we are selfish within
Ignoring the pins and pains
We keep adding candles to our wishlists
Our little flames of desires have scorched the Sun
And the moon hides like a lunatic
Behind a cluster of crumbled asteroids..
Just like broken and forgotten dreams...
The bottle's empty there'snothing there
Spirits have vanished, like infinite desires
Trapped in our spirited souls
The coloured and those transparent bottles
A brand, the age, the country and the tag...
Twist around the neck and pour it out..
Like the fiery fuid throbbing within
Like the crimson and vermillion..the setting Sun
And then in a few moments..the night is gone
As we wake up to the call of the Ignorant Sun