To the Sun
It's the first week of November and eventually, the wind of winter has arrived.
Days are not as shiny as before also not so bright.
Though I'm a person from tropical regions,
but I am always in more love with the sunny seasons.
Now as the winter has arrived it's bright sometimes, sometimes cloudy.
It seems, like me the Sun is also in topsy-turvy.
When I go to the roof, shan't you come out from the clouds and hold your golden glow tight?
Can't you ever know how much I love to see you rising sunny and bright?
Copyright © Plabi Pradhan | Year Posted 2021
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