Sunday Mess

You are a rambler east to west Like the Sun I'm like the sunflower Looking for you right to left Last Sunday you showed unusually A strange gesture Brought me flowers and sweets Happily I feasted you in return This Sunday you went out early Me the Sunflower Waiting for flowers and sweets Counting happy moments But late night you came whistling With a shadow behind To my awe that was a girl Sunday became messy I know Sun can dive into a pond To befriend a Lotus But not this way to my dismay mired To defraud the Sunflower Why God has decreed the Sun To be far away Know now, closer he is, will burn off All lives Then onwards all days 've been Lonely my days now