Poem of the week: The
Sunflower by Dora Greenwell
A confession Radhamani sarma
He shines fast, steady in his move,
I am bound to admire by his blossom,
Slow speed till
the eve sunset,
I, steady and spread my move along;
My golden orb, image for poets
and creative thinking ever steady
to roll and speed is
resplendent
for his
invite and glow .
Such a powerful eye,
Ever to bewitch me ,
even in my droops and fails,
I admit I can not compete .
Mine is keen and steady
with a pursuit so powerful,
I have absolutely no powers
to compete and
glow.
So many plant and pick,
Worshipful around me
not knowing my pain,
only hours fly fast.
After all, he is my blessed comfort,
My soul can never forget,
This earth now in dusk
I prepare for a dawn soon.
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