The Lonely Sun... Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

I am stationed at the center,
Gazing at every other loner,
The eye are laced with yellow,
The face is massacred with blows,

The loneliness in my heart spurts out,
The solitude has no limit to boast,
They are too scared to befriend me,
As I vaporize their weak watery souls,

Melt their ego hills to be the ghost of null,
Drink all their living air to fuel my lust for fire,
A cup of cultured ice, the size of Neptune,
The troubling ring, as big as the Saturn,

They are ready to offer me the gifts of lies,
Changing their attires after every solar shower,
My eyes can't be closed and I would not shut it,
As there are thousands of colorful blooms,

Among the greens, the billions of eyes,
With two litter shutters each are happier,
When they play merry go round around me,
I feel lonelier than ever as I can't hug,

Any of my admirers, who are all fragile,
Even at the distance of billions of light years.