veeraiyah subbulakshmi


The morning sun ridicules..


The morning sun ridicules,
Showing all its toned muscles,
strips away the slimy sad moss,
spews of hope rays to all phases,
The happiness on its shiny face,
The emergence with no mace,
The sincerity for its profession,
The concerned in its actions,
The vibrancy in the deliverance,
Partially impartial in distribution,
Life giving treasure in its possession,
Humility and generosity are friends,
The morning sun emerges from the distance.

Submitted: Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013

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  • Thomas A Robinson (9/10/2013 8:00:00 PM)

    Good morning sun to you.
    only riducules dwellers of the dark
    they have substance and shadow
    when in fact they remain stark
    Light turns back the moss of time
    grows the trees of limes
    with sugar is so very fine (Report) Reply

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