Sun’s love

Everyone was down and under.
The sun would come too close
To the bodies , in pure dry love .
He sucked a bog high and dry.

They who did not hide in holes
Tasted sun’s love burning pure.
Waters went from the old bog.
Some just croaked as old frogs.

His burning love came in waves
As if it was from his sea of love.
Death would come in its waves.
Words went dry in poet throat.


About nisheedhi

Retired banker with poetry and photography as chief interests
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