The Morning Sun Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

The Morning Sun

Rating: 5.0


The morning sun goes up
With pain loaded in its core
It is old and senile and cold
May fall on to the hard floor

The morning sun has now
A broken heart without love
It spills tears of fire when it
Feels sad and weeps above

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
D.N. Rebb 10 March 2023

There's something about this poem. I've read it several times now. The sadness just seems to hover. Truly loved it.

1 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success