SUNSHINE
Like a rising sun
That shines the whole day
By showering its golden rays
To wipe out the traces of sin
Which remains as a burden
For the mother of the Universe
Sunshine like a spell
Dispels the darkness
Inspite of its exhaustion
Does its duty with exhortion
A duty to the Mother
Without any expectation
Is told to be a sacred deed.
Like a butterfly
That takes its birth
Knowings its days being counted
Enlivens our mind with its beauty
Such is the story of sunshine
But with a slight difference
The sunshine rebirths the next day
But a butterfly dosen't....
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powerful words :o..loved it
Comment by indu— 2007/09/04 @ 10:55 AM — (Reply)