The Sunflower

Every time I turn to the Sun,
It shone so bright.
It's colour never fades,
And only at night does it go out of sight.

It showers its light on me,
I feel so great.
I love the Sun,
And feel like no one else is my mate.

I love the attention I get,
But time is so quick,
It passes away without my notice,
Between me and the Sun, it is like a wall of brick.

I love the Sun,
Believe it or not.
I hate when the clouds overshadow it,
'Love the Sun' that's what I'm always taught.

Mumbai, India

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I love writing poetries and articles. I have made writing as a passion. I want to become a journalist in future. Some of my articles have got published in the Inbox section of Hindustan Times. I am looking forward to publishing my poetries and articles.

Last updated February 08, 2014