The setting sun

And then one day the sun bled, hot tears like lava

And the sunshine cried for her father, her mentor

Tormented, they both looked upon beloved Earth

She was dying, slowly, painfully.

 

Recoiling as if stung, he balked at her desecration

He bemoaned her barren lands, her trickling rivers

Incensed, he rained down his ire on the elements

And rained like fire, unmercifully.

 

He wept furious and his red tears mingled with

The heavens, spreading vermilion and crimson

On the horizon, segueing into ochre of orange,

Like art splashed conspicuously.

 

Then his ire dimmed, he calmed down, lost his fire.

Disillusioned, deflated, tired, he sighed, a wisp of

A breeze blew down to Earth as he dipped under

The horizon & set colourfully.

Image – Jason Blackeye via unsplash

About Sonal Singh

I believe that life is a repertoire of anecdotes. The various situations that we encounter, the many incidents of every day, the people we meet, our conversations with them; all make life a melange of tales. And, that is what I attempt to capture through my writing. My cooking is no different! It reflects my love for travel and my love for innovation. The kitchen is my happy place. So, even though by vocation I am a recruiter (www.rianplacements.com), by passion I am a writer, home chef and a hodophile.

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