Wednesday, December 30, 2009

the sun


It is only morning, my friend
Why are you complaining of this and that?
This glorious sun has come out million times looking for you
And she is wasting her smiles on your face.
You don’t seem to see her at all. You don’t even feel her warmth on her hands
Because you are absent. You completely wrapped in your mind.
You’re either in the past or in the future.
But the sun has no ego and she does not mind.
She does not judge nor label you. She does not comment.
She does not care how you dress or how you walk.
She does not mind if you’re black or white or blue
She does not mind even when it is very cold
She comes out everyday and smiles for you.

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