Ain’t he worn out,
Tired of his routine?
Everyday he appears
Shines bright, disappears
Only to reappear
The following day
Look at that moon
Flaunts, his borrowed light
Ramp walks a new style
Every night
One moonless night
I lost my way back home
Returned back to the bar for one more
I saw him sitting in a corner
Sulking, plugged to a charger
“Switching on? Switching off?”
Grumpy old schmuck that he is
kept staring at his empty glass
I bought him a rum, three cubes of ice
“time you took a break”
Sun slurred “this job is all i got”
arjun bagga 
The idea of the sun scrounging free drinks in a bar, that’s excellent 😀
😀
Nicely written too.. 🙂
I am glad you liked it. You have a unique, subtle sense of humor and I have had fun reading your blog.
it can’t be that unique because i see something similar in yours my friend 🙂
that’s exactly what i needed to hear from you 😀 though i need to work on my alcohol, i mean the subtle part..
Work on them both together, it works for me 😀
Alright then. I quit. We will touch base on this a month from now.
Have a good month 🙂
Ah, but the sun keeps good company. The creators of everything now in the universe. All the matter, the planets, the water, stone and earth, even Life itself; all star-stuff, forged in the hearts of limitless suns speeding outward towards an ultimate destiny as yet unknown.
But, alas, one day he will be “worn out”. But by then, perhaps we will have found another sun to warm and maintain our Life.
Fine poem. The personification of the sun is what gave humanity its first “god”. Probably a lot better than some of the subsequent deities we’ve fabricated.
Il tempo si è preso una pausa….
Meglio riposare ogni tanto serve per ricaricarsi, recuperare energie!
Buona serata
.marta
Sì, il tempo per me di fare una pausa. Dal momento che l’idea di questo post è iniziato il tuo blog, stavo pazientemente aspettando di dare un’occhiata.
Ora che avete, posso stare tranquillo.
Arjun
Non so se voi festeggiate il natale…Comunque io ti auguro un buon cammino di luce!
ciao!
.marta
Mai dire di no alle celebrazioni. Scrivere è la mia luce ed è vivo con gli amici come te. Grazie Marta
Great poem–a different take on the sun “rollin’ ’round heaven all day.”
Thank you Alice -)
I like “time you take a break…” Sometimes we need someone to remind us that a job is not all we have…
-)
beautiful, i love this!! By the way, you have been tagged in my latest blog post. Enjoy your day : )
Ah! one thing, i forgot to mention. Answer No 2 and 8 are “smack” common between us.
Google translate
is not very good to express the concept.
but the moon can do it. It ‘a very beautiful poem.
.. maybe with a hint of sadness.
And your face is.
That’s what I perceive from your photo.
I let my wishes here.
the new year bring you great serenity.
kiss
vento
Sei nelle braccia dell’angelo,
Possa tu trovare
un po’ di conforto qui.
Mi scuso per prendere in prestito le sue parole.
la mia risposta è stata scritta da voi molto prima in un modo profondo di quanto mi può tentare.
Non c’è mai stato uno come te nella mia vita.
Credetemi, quando stavano guardando le mie foto, stavo guardando i tuoi articoli. Avete visto il tutto con quegli occhi belli nostalgia, un po ‘fredda sembrano ora.
Mi sento nuda davanti a te in questo momento.
Grazie Vento
Grazie a te…when I return to my trip I want to find a smile.
the first year I will be back here …
wait for me …
il 1 °, troverete una nuova poesia qui, in attesa con un sorriso
ok 🙂
Beautiful Poem !
-)
-) I’m glad.
and yes, my gf loves your blog!
One of the best things to come out of my word press community is stumbling upon the unexpected. A poet’s pen is tricky. So often the words elude the reader; coming across as pretentious or forced. Your work is neither. I look at your photo, facebook page, and profile. Scratch my head and say ” I’ll be damned, go figure” That doesn’t happen very often. Rest assured; it lifts my soul and puts a smile on my face. 🙂
I am a poor man’s writer. The niche has amassed countless celebrated writers to read, ponder and boast about. I got you and a few. We look good together, isn’t it? -) Keep writing.
You are a writer. You have a tender, reflective view of our world. Rich or poor; all any writer can hope for is to touch others with their voice.Glad we’ve met. 🙂
Your writing knocks me out…love your style, it does remind me of Pablo and i can’t read enough of him.
it’s the other way round. Your comments knock me out -)
I like this one 😉
doesn’t this self-explains my puke theory? 😀
Not this one.
But Almost certainly the ones I skipped to comment on before this 😛
HuH!
Arjun Bagga, aur karo ungli, mila na danda…lamba tagda
😉
I dint know you read minds
🙂 No re.
But I can read a beggar’s mind (He wants money) and he does too in no longer time (Miserable flat broke poet)
Hahahahahahahaha 😀
I like this poem, arjun bagga.
Thank you -)