The Last Sun-Shune Is The Ringleader Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Field extending as far as horizon;
Only the wide river 'Banatosini' flowing
from the South to the North;
Since morning standing on the bank
willing to cross it
Couldn't …
There was neither bridge, nor any boat;
And I too unable to swim.
Waiting when the current would be dried up.

The last sun-shine returning home after marketing.
A grand event took place.
The last sun-shune is the ringleader.
I'm grateful to him.
He lengthened my shadow so tall
which easily crossed the river.