The
winter sun
Rising at 8 AM and setting about 4 PM;
Sun too has eight hours of working
time!!
Late for work and early for home at
times,
For breaks he has many clouds and
rains;
‘No’ he says for Overtime – work or wage
Economy always is in his adage;
Takes it easy with nobody's
permission;
Indefinably is on his winter’s
mission.
Temps low and tempers cool,
We wear our capes made of wool,
Hot tea or soup our most preferred
drink!
Not to think of high- lands’ brew and
wink.
Sun too has come of his age
Heat in rays is now a mirage.
I know it’s not his attitude
But the problem is with our latitude
From horizon to horizon in a tiresome
arc
Sun moves up above at low altitude.
What is there to offer him anyway?
Who gives us light and life all the
way!
Leaves so dry and water at freeze
And hot drinks of the night booked
for ease.
We hold the morning papers folded in
hand
And say our prayers in poetic admiration.
--- S.V.Rao (from East Croydon,
London); 19th Dec.2012.
[note: if you find this poetically
weak, it is because only frost is there and no Robort Frost !].
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