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THE SUN FOREVER

As usual the sun rises, as 
usual sets.
As usual a lovely day he
begets.
The east ignores not readying
him on set.
The west ignores not readying
him on rest.
Pack'd with profound promises
he arrives
And till the eve he works full
verve and vibes.
His wakefulness is so 
energising! 
His presence makes so lively
and inspiring!

Him up, the earth finds soul the
whole of day,
And Nature prospers as he tours 
the sky.
Gets he the sleeping earth up with 
his touch,
And makes available of things 
they search.


He lights seas, oceans, and vitalises
creatures
And those on territories - woods,
plains and pastures.
Grows he across the vast whole trees
and plants
And nourishes them bear fruit and
spread fragrance.
Holds he the sky boundless for birds
to fly,
The earth for animals each foot 
to essay.
From mountains pours he rivers,
rain from heaven
And soaks the drying earth as life
does strengthen.
Blows he beautiful zephyrs all
across
And ventilates each void of life
from wears.
Cleans he us of all toxic stuffs
and scums,
And provides all with nutrients,
foods and fulcrums...

Eternally the sun on daily
fixture
Tends, protects, controls hugely
diverse Nature.
He loves the sky, the earth - lifeless
and life
And nurtures them no care for own 
relief.
When he wishes to sojourn, he
alights;
The west with gratitude and 
pleasure greets.
The night offers him rest and
recreation
And nestles him to sleep with
balmy nocturne.

The sun ne'er snores, nor even a wink
he sleeps.
He knows in his sleep lies the 
earth's decease.
So he goes all across the dark and
gets out,
Behind the night he does a prolong'd 
workout.
Before too long, he tears out of
the night,
As earth glows up again with his
vast light...

Forever comes the sun, forever
the Whole;
Forever day and night, forever
the soul.
                         - N P SAMAL

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