Sunny

Rising up on time order bound,

from scarlet to golden orange you set

drowning my world in sticky darkness

yet you are  there again when I open eyes.

You laugh, nay smile when you

turn red hot in anger at midday

when you recount youth in archly turn

your indrawn energy pale before death

robs my afternoon hope in pale yellow.

Are you not tired of this silly routine

I am tired, hoping for suave light

this repeating futility dies momently

but you laugh again-

You achieve what you know best

I have achieved the cracked crown

after my long wait and endeavour

to rise from Princess to Queen.

Sabita Sahu