The Rising Sun

The Rising Sun short poem

Uploaded by Akshay Jadhav


Life is like a wind
It takes the birds
And the vultures also
Knowing it will eat them all through…

Balance is always necessary
For you and the Birds
At times the weather would vary
You have then turn in herds…

Don’t be like a sparrow
Who flips it wings by seconds
Be like a Eagle to lap it
Whose one stroke is enough for a minute

Life gives many turns
Not everytime the adequate
Like a snake: for a bat
Always you have to wait…

To live after the Death
In life you have to burn
Then in the Glimpse of past
You ought to be “The Rising Sun”

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A TRUE WONDERER OF THIS WORLD FOR THE GOODEST OF HOLYNESS....I AM TEENAGER BUT WANT TO DEVELOP MY IDEAS WITH YOUR FEELINGS ABOUT THIS WORLD FRIENDS.
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