Sun Poem by Prativa Dey

Sun rose in the east sky
Lightning bolt
Spread over flowers
How much rain
Touch, butterfly
Fly away
His wings are also creations
Ram holds the bow,
Sourav of flowers after her
Butterflies, this strange light of creation
Flooding brings beauty to nature,
The world that looks so good,
After that the eye examines
When I see the plant,
Where is that provider?
Who has such power,
How is that creator,
Knowing is a headache,
It seems all unnecessary,
Don't enjoy it
Can't get directions.
In vain is your hope