The Sun and Us
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Behind the insect screen, a cyan shade
Resumes afresh from that night-blackened dome
And, speeding to my eyes once slumber-sealed,
Brightens the lifeless floor and carpets laid
While not neglecting that wide cleft concealed
In dreams and quietude — the hamster’s home.
Rose-scented air then wafts in through the net
Of windows, hinting grandma is awake —
The first to rise, among all members here.
We know her rites for morning prayer are set
When handbells’ mellow, rotund tones appear.
No ritual halts, despite her spinal ache.
Our homestead, as if risen from its grave,
Invites the newborn sun; its brightest beams
Perk up the nest-hugged birds with resounding trills,
And children, newly livened and made brave,
Go scrumping apples, making buoyant shrills,
While oscitating elders break from dreams.
Indeed, O’ Sun, God’s best-anointed gift,
You hide so we may venture into night,
Remain below the skyline, mutely burn
Concurrently to come in time and lift
New days for us, and once again return
Life’s vital animations to our sight.
Want to read more poetry about nature? Try these:
- Nature’s Whispers of Colours – Nature’s colours
- My Friends – Birds
- At Daybreak – The Early Morning Sun
- Breath of Nature – Poetry Special on Nature
Shamik Banerjee
Shamik Banerjee is a poet from India. He resides in Assam with his parents. His poems have been published by The Society of Classical Poets, Sparks of Calliope, The Hypertexts, Snakeskin, Ink Sweat & Tears, and Autumn Sky Daily, among others.
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