The Rising Sun

The sun of our life might be dawning

No wonder he is always yawning

Might get bored of all the successes

He waits for the dull abysses

The crown adorned his head

Might itch him sometimes

He too waits for the clouds 

To hide him amongst a foggy bed

He is always fumed with aggression

He feels proud of his achievements

Sometimes it all seems dull

Why should only joy be the expression?

Sun of life wants to struggle

To feel the showers of rain 

They compliment him

As he feels the calm snuggle

In this way he isolates himself

To humble himself in a dark cloud

Otherwise, he would never set

And allow the moon to be loud

Clouds and moon show their power

They do not feel neglected in slumber

The sun raises the authority sometimes

And sneaks amongst the darkest cloud

The sun and moon being the opposites

Gives warmth and calmness to one another

The sun of life reflects the same symphony

If there is no emotional chaos

How will be life without monotony?

The sun and moon come and go

Never can we see them all along

One is rage, and the other is pride

One is sage and the other sets to fight

Both are necessary to create a balance

One gives light, other deletes the darkness

One nurture, other stays at a distance

One is humble, the other teaches us to wait

Life goes on with the two in bliss

Sometimes misery is a kind flinch

The yin and yang of life take turns

It is only good karma that one earns!!!