Beat
the Sun.
Good
morning…
To
all?
Good!
For whom?
Is
it to?
Or
of, the morning?
Or
Is
it wishing you good ….?
A
wish of luck to keep you livid, in good state of life!
From
the restless thermal king of radiation
Unconquered
and left untamed
Has
driven everyone helter-skelter
Well,
look out,
if
you are still left with your guts
But
dare not at the sky as naked and bare
As
treeless tundra where green is so scare
He
is too cruel to spare in its flare
It is
time for the eyelids to rescue from his glare
You
cannot call it as night mare
No…
it is a fuming splendour at its best
Better
hurry up and go to the nearest nest
And
take rest.
Let
the life around you be a blanket black
Meditate
with the yogic breath till the sun set….
At least
to avoid super thermal shock
Be
ready to face the taunting mock of heat
Persuaded
and pampered by the adamant monk
To
bombard another terrible photo shot
Tomorrow
is not too far away….
He
never ceases to tease you all.
Until
he is forgotten and uncared in his dismay..
Only
way
Beat
him and say
You
are ready to live through,
All
the way in your own way.
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