Poem : Bring Back the Sun by Arun Pandit
Bring Back the Sun
Once upon a time there was a guy
LIFE ! WHAT IS LIFE?
FOR SOME IT IS AN ESCAPADE..
FOR OTHERS IT IS A FLAGELLATE
FOR SOME IT IS DIFFICULT TO GRAPPLE
FOR OTHERS IT IS A DISHABILLE BATTLE
AND FOR THOSE WHO DONāT WANT TO TAKE A CHANCE..
WOULD HAPPILY TAKE A HEGIRA OR SIT ON THE FENCE
THE GENEALOGY OF HUMANS HIGHLIGHTS THE TRUTH
THAT CRITICS HAVE A FLEET OF FOOT
ONCE A FAILURE IMPINGES YOUR LIFE
ALL YOUR NIGHTMARES AND FEARS GALVANIZE
ADDING FURTHER TO A GRISLY SURPRISE
MOST OF THE PEOPLE BESIDE YOU DURING YOUR HAPPIER TIMES
MAY MAKE YOU FEEL AMATEAUR
BY TURNING INTO A SEDITIOUS HORDEā¦
EVEN MAKING THE WORD NINNY TOO BOLD
THE WORD IMMOLATE MAY SEEM HOMILY AND OLD
ALL THAT GLITTERS IS NOT GOLD!
YOU MAY NOT FIND ANY SHADE
NOR A GLIMPSE OF CORUSCATE
AS IF ALL PATHS ARE BARD
AND YOUR WORDS ARE NOTHING BUT A CANARD
YOUR BODY AND SOUL LOOKING LIKE A HAGGARD
NO LIGHT!
NOTHING RIGHT!
AS IF YOUR LIFE IS DEPENDENT ON CHARITY AND FETES..
MAKING YOU A SLAVE OF YOUR FAILURES FIATS..
TAKING CONTROL OF YOUR FATE..
THE OEUVRE OF THE GREATS WILL GO ABATE..
SO GET UP NOW!
PUT UP A FIGHTā¦.
THE TIME HAS COME TO FIND YOUR MIGHT!
THE COURAGE TO GET UP!
THE COURAGE TO RISEā¦
TO BELIEVE THAT NO MATTER WHAT COMES BYā¦
FAIL!FALL!CRY! EVEN DIE..
BUT DONāT GIVE UP !
DONāT RUNā¦
BRING BACK THE SUNā¦.