Burning and Smouldering
The endless light of our life
Handsome still with a sweet
Smile on his face
Appears at six when
Alarm of his rings
Keeps watching all the while
gets angry and all of
a sudden make us hot
At times opens his umbrella
Neither fair nor black
But like a ‘SUNLOWER’
bright yellow
Life a useless
Without he, without
his mischief
Life an endless story
Descending down at eve
At the end of his
Day long trip
Waving goodbye
To the beloved
- Gopika Jayan
