Do I follow the sun?
or does the sun comes behind?
I really do not know.
The day before
I opened my door
not early as six.
Being eight in the morning
I turn leaving the door ajar
the Sun pricks sharp.
I make haste
he keeps pace with me
burns my back.
A day after I sit
in the patio reading
the sun strikes my face.
I fold the papers and rise,
the hands and feet get scorched
shine in the red light.
I seek protection inside
the rays track me
penetrate and scald.
Impossible I find,
as the Sun accompanies me
wherever I go.
The Sun is my constant companion.
will never let me down. Stay with me
‘through thick and thin.
Meenas Poems 