The Sun Will Come Back Poem by Rajesh Narayanan

Like the petals that fell
rejoin together,
Like the murmuring of leaves
synch with the beat.

The white moon blossoms
as a flower in the hand bowl.
The tears are cleared;
a song is rising again in hush.

Sparkling bangles,
in wetting night's hands.
Raindrops sprinkled pearls
in lotus leaves.

A moment to remember,
A life that will hold to heart.
The memory itself festive,
Life a melodious song.

The sun that comes daily
to rule the day too,
Steps down in the midnight
vanishes himself.

Yeh bird, don't cry,
Don't shed tears my cloud,
The morning sun will come back
again in this sky.