The Might of Light

THE MIGHT OF LIGHT Rise and shine, O desperate sun, As the sudden call arise, Remain in dusty clouds up high, Till sorrows of night get aside. Rise and shine, O tempting sun, Let man be his own king, Make not him befall for riches, Forgetting his own ring. Rise and shine, O generous sun, Get the fodders alive again, Them looking for smile with lips in terror, In spite of dark array. Rise and shine, O malicious sun, Your common look with desire, Be the rains of bless upon, Nor any ball of fire. Rise and shine, O mighty sun, Pray your light boon us sure, Those blasts away from your hailing showers, Bring peace among them all. ? Khuzema Ali