spilleronsheet

Where are you Mr. Sun

The lazy sun 

not got up again

missing its arrival

the soul took its trail

and ventured back in dreams 

 

lost in thoughts 

it awake at noon 

to have dinner this afternoon

isn’t  it early to have dinner ?

the friend asked over phone

the soul replied  didn’t remember when  had dinner last night 

 

clumsy in his work 

it dropped the pen

lost the only pair of glasses

kept searching and hauling 

only to exclaim it got choked in drain 

slid while washing as it rained

 

To those sunflowers watching the field

alas the sun wasn’t around

merry go rounds

wondered in crowd 

Will it screech on ground

 

The rooster ran 

ran in dismay 

there was no sun to greet today 

 

the houses lit 

not with sunlight 

but burning coal all night 

 

ohhh dear fiery ball

where are you dancing tonight 

don’t wish to come back on duty again

 

the skies looked angry and grey 

as they seeped their way

cause they didn’t miss the warm sun

they were angry to do duty again

 

the souls prayed 

let their fiery ball up again 

 

the sun which draped the sheet

smiled and smirked 

well you called for the cold days 

so I took my rest 

Now keep searching 

I will keep doing stitching 

 

when the sunflowers sang 

the sun finally soft hearted again 

while sneezing and snorting 

it replied 

 a matter of few months 

I shall come again

look I got a flu

locked up without clue

in self isolation to heal

Looks like corona got me seal

shall meet you again, its a deal

then we shall have a meal

 

 

bless you dear sun 

return to heavenly earth …..