Deep Crisis

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Sun was beaming at very long height Rays were as usual penetrating and bright Could not stare it for longer than a moment It had darkest patches ever for nothing to comment Full energy source for whole living being Only celestial body recognized as powerful king Universe may freeze if stops for a while I was amused at dark patches meanwhile Does the powerful too has to suffer/ How many obstacles in between to serve as buffer? Not at mercy of anybody and everything to offer Still I saw helplessness to come under scanner I found it really coinciding with my status I had everything which can be considered as plus Still feeling discontentment as point minus May be I was plugged with some disease as virus Moon too shined at distance with beautiful face No rival or adversary in whole sky for race It disillusioned me when I found some patches Why moon so deficient even with so many riches? I continue to regard this phenomenon as promises broken Beautiful words please when they are mildly spoken Who would love to be down with natural disfavor? When gifted with shining beauty in strong armor Every object has its inherent ups and down We should be at best all the times but should not frown Sun may show real anger with his surroundings brown Moon too may show displeasure with silver crown Still they carry on with what ever they have Rise and set with responsibility and behave They never deviate from their destined axis We change the position when face the crisis We often change our attitude and color We never think positively against or for Every object has its inherent weakness It is how we observe and witness One always tends to think endlessly in this regard Keeps position intact and moves little forward It keeps him in dilemma for unknown reason Nothing can prevent him from acting as person Time may come when one has to act as responsible Situation may not be favorable but reversible It may boom range and come on you at any time He or she need not to resort to any other method or crime You can’t be perfect in all the respects and function Heavenly bodies may have their sometimes malfunction We, as human beings, may err and feel bad about shortcomings Its is reality and fact that we are bound to come out of innings

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