Sun

Sun

What has fixed you at the centre,

and fixed all celestials on your Penetralium of crowbars?

Is it your clout that outshines

or your extreme beam?

I reckon it is your gigantic radius that has crowned you king.

Oh possessor of the mightiest blaze,

you can reduce to ash anything that invades your huge personal space,

and you think you are invincible.

There's a grave phenomenon that can harp your transcend and transcalent.

It
 is the deep blue ocean, where the quest of your invincibility lies.

Sagher

The King In Disguise

The King In Disguise

Through the city, a king used to stroll
with a burden of responsibilities on his shoulder.
He would stop in his path to pick up more,
such weight could make a man crawl.

He was seen everywhere, but noticed nowhere,
about his presence, even desolation wouldn't care.
Rag was his robe, torn was his gown,
he smiled, although cracked was his crown.

The king handpicked worries
from the streets of the dire city,
and each time he bent,
he grew ardent.

Such divine was his deed,
and this world termed him a rag-picker.
His need was only felt by the society asinine,
after he perished with time.

In every corner, every day,
such a person dies.
None seems to bother, to value
the king in disguise.


Sagher