The sun,–the bright sun, that brings back, not light alone, but new life, and hope, and freshness to man–burst upon the crowded city in clear and radiant glory. Through costly-coloured glass and paper-mended window, through cathedral dome and rotten crevice, it shed its equal ray.”
― Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist
On misty days and grief drenched mornings,
When sight is blurry and life a dark ride,
I see you drunk with perplexion and
Lost in wonderous complexites.
But, mourn me not
For I shall rise soon.
Bloodied paths do you tread,
Remnants of human frailty.
When love is lacking and
Hope blinded by naivete,
Mourn me not
For my return is forthcoming.
Echoing whispers do I hear,
Prayers and curses – of humans young and old.
Faith invested in people and stars,
My rays show me a world
In apprehension of the future,
The present spent in prayers
For a better tomorrow.
Enormous miseries and fantasies
Do my luminosity envelope,
Emitting shards of magical realism-
Your quotidian charm.
As long as tomorrow exists,
Mourn me not.
For I shall rise everyday
And leave novel beginnings in my wake.
“Keep your face to the sun and you will never see the shadows.”
― Helen Keller
This poem was written from the sun’s perspective since the sun is often used as a metaphor to convey positivity, happy times and such. The world isn’t in the best possible state right now but we’ll hopefully get through this. Hope you had a good read!
Introverted Thoughts aka D