An ODE to the Sun…
I desire to clasp you in my arms,
I know it will burn me to ashes.
I want you to be mine, and whole mine.
A long lasted life with you, you and me.
Oh Sun! I look forward to a life with you.
Weird? No! Weirdest… I know!
Yet nothing can stop me from dreaming so.
Just you can, by turning it to reality.
Oh sun! Don’t come on earth,
Get me there, in the sky and very high.
With you, above earth, crowd and moon.
So that no one could reach upto me.
Oh sun! How brutally you shine over all.
It make you a bit cruel but at least;
No one dares to raise his head on you.
No one dares to be more powerful than you!
Oh wretched I! People tried to crash me,
Neither I am too high where no one reaches,
Nor hottest, to burn all those who envy.
Nor a light, to satisfy them by giving what they need.
©H. F. Qazi
(Everything mentioned here is about world and worldly things… Like,
“Yet nothing can stop me from dreaming so.
Just you can, by turning it to reality.”
Of course, Sun has no power to do so, neither would it do so. And Allah hold every power. But its just a personification that I consider it worth talking here).