Dusmanta Choudhury
The Sun Has A Plan
Hardly does the first light emerge
When the eastern sky gets a rose
At bud ,the rose is too much red
While in growth its colour will fade
Turns it into so white and bright
Over our head it burns so fright
Then it again fades into pale & dim
As in the western sky, it does seem
Leaves the earth it goes too far
Perhaps,it is the law of the nature
So much you mourn, so much cry
Under the iron law hope does fry
So great so hard,yet soft is solace
So in the sky's court,here is no rush
Great is the God & so great his plan
Hence it is all mystery for a human
Some say it is the law of the nature
So curious so spiritual in its feature
Yet man looks up with open mouth
Never can morning sun rise in south
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