The Golden Sun By Satis Shroff

THE GOLDEN SUN (Satis Shroff) Through the cloudy veil Appears the golden sun, Changing the silvery North Sea To a golden and crimson horizon. The waves adorned with rich colours Of yellow, orange blue and brown hues. A fascinating play of colors, Unfolding before your eyes. Even the man-made Buhnen glow. As you trudge on the beach sand, To avoid wetting your shows, By the ever coming frothy waves, As they peter out near you. You're thankful for everything That you've been given or attained In lifespan. Like a moment of revelation, An epiphany, Or when you've had a near-death experience. Thankful for who and what you are, Towards your parents, teachers and mentors, Who've moved you towards your goal. In this spectacular theatre called life. Ah, when Heaven and Earth unite, The air, land and water. Chandrama the moon appears Like a sickle in the vast blue sky, Bidding farewell to Surya, The Sun God, Who has metamorphosed into Agni, The fiery Goddess that swallows all, With her purifying flames. This is the revelation of an epiphany, A spectacle bathed in scarlet, Orange, yellow, greenish-blue light. Ah, how must it have been, When the world was created? * * * © Satis Shroff. All rights reserved