Sun

M Mamta Agarwal
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Don’t look so downcast Nothing ever lasts. Don’t you see? I am always At the receiving end, That doesn’t stop me From doing the work I have been assigned. People feel ambivalent Towards me, They love to hate me When too cold, they feel malevolent. Some suffer fromS.A.D, They pray for me to rise So that they can feel warm and gay. But in summer, When it gets too hot, They get distraught And annoyed. How would I ripen The fruits they so enjoy? When the clouds cover me, And it non stop pours, They say I am a spoil sport, As it becomes humid And the clothes won’t dry. Human nature is fickle, So don’t buckle, Because they change colours Faster than a chameleon. You can’t gain everyone’s Approval, One day they put you on A pedestal, And next pull You down in disgust. Isn’t this is what They did to Christ? So keep your focus and just Remain steadfast Like me, And set your creativity free.

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