Birthday With The Sun

Today I turn twenty,

Waking up to April the thirteenth.

I wanted to taste the golden rays

From the celestial giant cup- its varnished glaze.

I step out tracing the balcony for His bonhomie beam!

But oh no why is it unusually cold?

The sky is a milk-white cream to behold

Cannot He swirl his high and hale head and bake me a buttery bliss?

There overpowers a ballyhoo clash of mists

When did I wish for ice cream this early- I blink?!

Oh, Awakening Sun, why don’t you come out of thy palatial mansion?

Strip off the pristine white curtains!

I cannot come–breaking in like a thief to your ardent hot towers

Since it’s my birthday!

Why don’t you say me a hello-

Or a happy birthday to you?

Shake hands with me like my fellow,

Or just at least pass once fumbling with your fiery brow?

For I have in hand a dozen poems trumpeting the love

Come to me for a kiss and have next to your most awaited gift.