The Morning and the afternoon sun

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The Morning and the afternoon sun.

Morning sun had shown it's dawn
Over the fright of the calling storm.

What bore my self today
But to pour more of love and care.

What stayed in the vast home
But some dust of sins to poor.

What scent is in the air
Perhaps some smell of God's garland so.

There lay the day at stretch
For me to keep safe on such.

Then came the afternoon sun
It's a whole day of joyful run

Here and there everywhere
For the bees in the hive so bare.

All munch of bread and yam
For all village it's the plan.

At the strike of the hour
Everyone ran to a mirthful shower.

It's the day that lays one quiet
As it is night time for one not to fright.


     S ANANDHI
      21/04/20

Comments

Anandhi Srinivasan said…
The journey of the Sun from dawn to dusk finds good depiction in this poem.Some find love and care while the poor get only dust of sins.And there is the smell of God's garland. The day is joyful with bees everywhere. We have villagers eating and enjoying the shower.The poem ends with an appeal not to be afraid of night. The life under Sun finds good depiction in this poem. - The Sun's point of view of life! Again a very good poem from you!
Manoharan sir
May 1, 2020 at 11:54 PM
Anandhi Srinivasan said…
I have no words to express my gratitude to you in appreciating the essential parts of my daughter's poems and encouraging her in building herself further in the set field. Your opinions would be more important than me for the very simple reason it comes from not only a senior creator but also an ever reading literary student. My gratitude cover Suresh, Devaraj, Arasuthambi and all others . I believe such appreciations and comments are very necessary for a beginner to have strong faith in his/her works. Thankful to all of you with sincerity.
May 1, 2020 at 11:55 PM
Anandhi Srinivasan said…
Rhythm is good. Rhymes are striking. Congrats
Vaiyavan
May 1, 2020 at 11:58 PM
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