I look at the sun, the poor sun sitting at one place,
And wonder how monotonous it would be for him...
To do the same job everyday,
And that too in exactly the same way...
He rises at the same time from east,
Travel from the same path towards west to set...
Poor guy can’t even change his directions,
Or at least the path for a change...
What does he do sitting there for the whole day?,
Smile, laugh, cry or yawn: nobody can say...
He is alone and has nobody to talk to,
At least moon has stars to share his thoughts...
He has beautiful cold nights to enjoy,
Clouds to drape and stars to share the joy...
Poor sun has nothing but to sit idle,
And stare at other planets...
Moon even have the option of taking leaves,
Poor sun has no such thing to retrieve...
I wish I could give company to him,
And get his monotony trimmed...
I wish I could make him smile,
Which could help him to travel miles...
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