Suppose The Sun Does Not Rise

Suppose the sun does not rise
the school boy may still lumber in his slumber,
the house wife may enjoy her liberty
to corner her routine job
in relaxing herself in spiritual rest.
But the busy father may be surprised
to surmise the abnormal placid morning.
The milk-boy may still grope in dark to reach everybody’s door.

The newspaper-boy may be lost in
the dismay of bundles of papers.
The home–dog is perfect in his sentry
wondering something is wrong somewhere.

The birds may be still in their nests
awaiting dawn to reiterate usual life.
The shopkeeper may be still in the heaps of money
oscillating between the loss and profit.
The vast world may not be activated
sans the caressing hands of the sun
Indeed a stimulus to all.

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Ass. prof. of English, I have qualification in German language . I have been teaching German since 15 years, My working place is S VIVEKANANDA DEGREE COLLEGE ,NEHRU NAGAR PUTTUR (D. K.) 574203 KARANATAKA INDIA. I have learnt hindustani music also
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The chaos the sun might create if it doesn’t arise for ONE day…Well-imagined!

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