The Sun dies
With the invisible time throwing its command
The strength of red and yellow overwritten
By a red vomited from him.

Penetrating into every bone
The winter will soon begin to rule
And the desire of fleeing from heat
Will turn into a historic blunder.

Where is the logic of consistency?
Is not the fierce truth you find and ignore
Over reverberating inside our original selves within?
Only a smile I too can leave.

An intense light of the baby sun
Knived my sadness enters the dark domains
Of a hundred fogy days and is lost
It is a sob unheard if you do not care.

A quietness has to catch our poet hood
And no extremes are our domains
All the voices of disharmony and discord
Are never to pull us apart.

After these mists and fogs
The spinning Earth will ask us all in mischief
- Are you coming for yet another ride?
And we shall join her once more.....

M.D Dinesh Nair

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