I saw the Orange Sun today,
Rarely I wake up so early on,
Sleep just broke with a jolt of different noise,
The sparrows and mynas chirping in successive decibels,
Hooting pigeons forever causing nuisance,
The kohl-black bird cuckoo-ed with it’s broken voice
The crows caw-ed equally in their natural harshness
The Orange Sun was still rising above the city heights
Emerging from behind the tall buildings Which looked near but were not so
Slowly leaving it’s pinkish hue
While embracing the mix of yellow and red
In moves calculated as if to let us look
That He’s too beautiful
‘Don’t know why Sun is He and not She
And the Moon is She and not He?
Source of Power in my opinion should be a She
Like a Female who gives birth
Like Mother Earth who bears us all’
I lost myself in several unfruitful thoughts
The answers if found too won’t make any difference
With the passing minutes it rose above
Loosing it’s gentleness
Wearing it’s fierce fiery armour
Looking at its changing colour
I feel then
No, it must be a He
The one who doesn’t care
If it’s burning someone
With its decisive indifference!
Me and my morning thoughts
Are still in process
As I write down what I is going on in my mind
Thinking what should I do different today?!
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