Sun pierced my eyes
As I took a left
Pulled the visor down
Half blinded

The fiery orange ball
Will inevitably be swallowed
Jaws of horizon closing around it
For a tepid death

It will rise again
So have many influential men
Prophets leaders and charlatans
Harbingers of blight or bountiful harvest

And here I ponder
A magical moment
Slipping away every time
I clumsily grasp at it
Its meaning revealed
In later silence

Rising sun is always glorious
Uplifting
Though many setting suns
Can be liberating
Relieving
Depends on the sun
Which one sets or rises

©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar