The Glorious Present-A Poem
Why this sun is hiding behind. Curtained by the green leaves of the tree, The Sun plays the hide and seek game Like every kid on street used to play. Why this blue sky turns red? What happens to this world now? And the sound of these scattered birds Must be the true sign of misery, isn’t it? When the golden sun retires for the day It makes the sky worry with too much of red Well, the sun will emerge again anyway. With golden stride, it will rule another day. There‘s reason for the things that happen. There’s solution for every problem that occurs. The present is glorious; let’s live at its best. And the past is no more, just remove from the mind. A Poem by Ayubkhan.U