Poem : The Sun

The sun rays at 9 A.M
are so warm
that you can't open your eyes completely
but you can stretch your arms
in the air which is still cool
and soon which will loose its charm.

After that this mother
will turn into a monster
and at the end of the day
it will be a friend going away.
Only to come back...........

So, before it turns
into a monster completely.
I look at the sun
with my eyes not open fully,
blinking frequently
and forehead having lines.

I can wear goggles.
But, I don't. It will not be fun.
Its good to face the sun
like this and feeling the warmth.

-Jas Mandia