Watching the sun glide gracefully down the shadowed sky
While I sat on a lonely beach
Bid me to picture images of a baby being born!
Why, somewhere, across this vast world,
Somewhere I shall never reach with my two feet,
Somewhere, the sun was rising to give a new beginning
A new birth, a new start
To those who cared to realize it!
For me, and for all of us who had witnessed the dozing sun,
It simply meant that now was the time for us to slumber with it
While shedding off our toils,
To embrace, as pupas do,
New beginnings when the sun will dutifully show up again
At our windowsill
To allow us some warmth
And all that which we need to maintain our human life!
Yet, even armed with the awakening needed to perceive
The sun's truth,
I know,
I shall doze
Only to wake with my toils weighing heavily on my soul!
Pray, we merely believe we are caterpillars!
We encage ourselves in soap bubbles
And enjoy our existence
Till they get burst!
Surely, the sun continues with its routine duties
Out of fear for that great power which brought it to life
And I, can help not but to follow the sun's example!
Are the skies' ways not so mystifying
Are they not testing
Are they not cruel
Caring never for our slightest whims
But seeking merely to see their wishes being fulfilled
While expecting that we accept their dues with smiles plastered on our faces
Even if it feels like a million claws and a million jaws
Are gnashing at our bodies and devouring our hearts!
Why, someday, I shall close my eyes with the sun's tempo
And I shall wake, hopefully,
In that realm where Death has no right to approach
And where my muse is waiting for me,
And then,
Maybe,
The soothing tunes of divine love shall help me
Feel relieved of my toils!
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