Sonal Singh On Sonal's Table
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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.
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