Look towards the sun
Isn’t he the king?
Gaze at his crown
Shining in perfect brilliance
Arising in a superb symmetry
The sphere of eminence.

The clouds will cheer-up
Throwing such fancy dust
Glowing in an untamed brightness
As diamonds and sapphires
All the kinsmen will triumph
While the world turns ebon.

Glare through my stab
It is bleeding too much
The pain is unbearable
As the time is measurable
It will heal only once
When the time goes back..!