With the sun almost around you
not warm as it usually is
scorching and burning all through
no way to escape as it is
it chases you wherever you go
be it in your bedroom
it follows you in a row
go into your living room
it shines through the window
once you pull the blinds down
it squeezes through the openings
in a short while you would turn brown
well, that way be the happenings
congested and confined under the sun’s rays.
Tagged: everywhere, Poem, Sun
