Sweet red little rising sun

Like vagabond in search of life,

and yogi in the search of light,

I wandered on in search of thee,

with broken love and empty dreams,

in terror of the darkest nights

I shed my tears and pintless screams.

I lost myself with hundred million tries

and wept in air the stream of battle cries,

and after darkest nights in face of dawn,

I screamed like phoenix in the brightest morn',

and saw my sweet red little rising sun!

©Atmajyoti Regmi

8th February, 2022

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