THE SUNRISE
B.V.R. Kiran
Pierced through the snowy pearls of night, the string of a ray,
A golden hand that held the world before in a sway.
Around the land, it rolled and rolled,
Shattering at once, the darkness of the world.
T’s the hand of His, who peeps through the skies,
In whose eyes, the fruit of Morrow lies.
Stepped he, like a hope, dressed in gold
To enrapture the grief which life may enfold,
And coloured the world with his hands of light
As does in grief, a smile of delight.
The beauty won the heart of my eyes
Oh!! it’s a great art of “The Sun Rise”
To sketch golden flowers on silver streams,
And in sinking hearts, moving dreams!