On His First Day
On his first day,
When Sun has shining rays,
The acid will be vaporised,
The fire shall got a birth for gases,
With the heat of rays.
On the first day,
When smoke will be raised,
And Clouds got birth to protect,
A planet and itself has boiling out,
The Rain got his birth.
On the first day,
When nature touched his first spoon,
The iron made lips of Earth.
To became a shell to produce a seed.
To evaluate the world.
Sun is a burning planet of Iron,
Iron shines gold,
When a person fires it,
And produce heat,
When it becomes harder.
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