Sunday, February 7, 2010

SUN

SUN

When the sun rises,
Shines the world
Sun is the best
It never takes rest.
Gives us lot of light
Moon and stars take its light
And glow in the sky at night

It rises so high,
It’s a sweetie pie.
IT’s name is Sun,
It’s shape is like bun.
IT gives us heat,
And keeps us fit.
Every plant moves around it,
And we worship it.
Oh ! Sun.
Please do not run.



-          Priyasha Solanki

2 comments:

Praveen said...

Fabulous poem! Simple and true. Just like the Sun!

Ratish Singh said...

Well done, lady! Keep it up!