Sun

I saw the light engulf the room

the room that looked anew.

Filled with lantern lights,

and scented candles.

The light shone high above the sky,

but the rays directed themselves through the screen

The screen that allowed the light in.

I stared at the light,

well that is what I wished upon,

But I ended up taking glances every now-and-then.

Then I realised the light blared the heat

I was sweating,

Need of water.

I complained about the heat,

O' mighty light

O'holy light

hold your grudges against us

And show a little shade.

Two minutes later,

I stand in front of the light,

It disappeared

No sooner, droplets of water spilt from high above,

yet again I yelled at the light

"This is not what I asked for!" 

So, no sooner, everything turned gray,

and flakes of white snow dropped continuously.

I huffed at the light.

Stubbornly, I wrapped the screen with black plastic,

blocking the light away,

I called the light then, and told him,

"I will never forgive him."

The light came back, in fury

I refused to look at it.

It shone until

the lasts of the plants
until

the lasts of the water
until

the lasts of the life

And I looked out.
sighing,

O'Mighty light

O'Holy light

Have mercy on us.

Come back to your normal state

fill us with your joy not your anger.

give us water and a new life.

O'Mighty light,

please forgive me

please forgive us

please be: 

our sun to every mornings

our heat on every winter

and our joy for every holiday.

O'Mighty Sun.

Poem by: Riddhi Patel

(Rid's Blog)