I took your photo, some time ago
when exactly was it, I wouldn’t
know
I take a look, listen carefully
in it I see a message
suddenly, stunningly
coming clearly from the image
hidden till now in the printed
page
I observe the waters, rays, its
hues
but if you were
rising or setting, I have no clue.
Wouldn’t scientists and artists
also fail
to tell the time and track the
trail.
Each day you reel off the story
affectionately, cleverly
glimmers exactly the same
stable, no matter what,
has become mundane
its warmth, charm
unending flow, energizing calm
perhaps not even worth a look
we have you by default, it seems
by fluke
rays embrace every corner of the
earth
pouring zest in life and its
blissful births
crimson demeanor,
composed, clear
your welcome and farewell a daily
welfare.
Even the sides here take your
side
look-alike twins, cleverly hide
merging as one, in waters they
glow
in the picture I took some time
ago.
Then why is this world a restless
affair,
wars and weapons so distinctly
unfair,
ruling the soil and ruining the
air;
be with us, the way you are
until within us your rays appear
we concur to rise and set as
friend
listening to you, from end to
end,
sides be free from the mindless
cage
together with all, in this moving
stage.
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