Not for that city of Silence ( after Guardian

Not for  that  city of  Silence ( after  Guardian)

No, not for  that of orb of white,

without which globe will be dark upright,

 still, we are not in favor of that city,

 full of golden gates  and rays sharp

piercing to the dazzle  of our eyes,

eternity of heat swelling in summer

much to the chagrin of our delve,

soon wearied we become detriment

to our wholesome body and mood.

Yet, in winter dark and devouring,

When shiver  runs through, like

A tremor, when jerkins and fur coat

become hot commodities, this white

City missing for a while, taps your memory.

The  hot orb, we shun when dazzling,

its mild orange rays while descending

other side of hill eluding our grip

and visibility,till its wakes us in

respectable Dawn,all  Mantras

chanting veering round all,

we  clamoring for that Silence

celestial governing principle

of the Universe too.