No matter how much you pray
No matter how much you try
How much you plead, beg, and curse
You can’t bring down the sun from sky.
Your hatred for that celestial being
is useless, worthless and funny
it will only hurt you, disappoint you
when you will see the day is still sunny.
Sun can’t be pulled down
Try to realize this truth
You don’t have the power to move
Even a small pebble without fate.
It’s no use yearning, hating or cursing
It will shine in its glory
And if it falls down from there
You too will not be around to see.
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
2 comments:
Very true!
Trisha, It's been a long time...I'm happy that you still continue to find time writing those wonderful poems......
Keep on blogging
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