THE SHINING SUN
Alone up there high;
Hanging in the sky.
I am incandescent white;
Indefatigably giving out light.
Albeit I am so far;
Inexorable when at war.
I am inconceivably warm;
Trying not to do any harm.
Clouds muster and declare war;
Sluggish creatures they are.
Winning and losing are akin to
Sometimes I overpower them and they
Belligerent to me they are;
On the clear sky they leave
They scud befor my eyes blocking my
They attenuate the light of the incandescent
But transient they are so they went
And by my incesent light your earth becomes
You do your work and plants prepare their
So, all the day passes well and
(IMAD UL ISLAM)
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