sun-- rest

I saw you set as a huge mellow red ball in the western sky after painting the sky for hours in gorgeous slashes of hues. Now you are up, barely after 12 hours ,rising as a orange ball and slowly becoming a dazzling golden one , slipping reams of golden threads through tender green leaflets!

My body aches, my mind is dumb and my spirit is numb and I 'd like to linger on in the womb of my bed. Tiring of my routine.

Aren't you ever tempted to linger on in your bed amidst the velvety night sky with diamonds as your night light, just a few minutes longer, to roll and loll ,savouring the lassitude and the well deserved rest after the punishing work you are called to do day after day , for eons?

Al the books I have read haven't a single record of you ever playing truant, even once! 1000 years hence[3011] some one would look up and wonder in the manner I am so doing now!

Dear sun have you no rest?Is there no one to relieve or substitute, you?

Are we humans so selfish that our longings will never let you skip your beat?