THE SUN (poem)


 Oh! Fire Globe,
Your light is our robe,
You are the life
You are the hope.

Thy presence is 
The very essence of
Existence and origin,
Yours is the brightness
That symbolise glory within.

You mean The God of all,
You mean the heaven tall,
Yours is the image of a star
You symbolise a pride without scar.

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