As certain as the Sun

Nothing is permanent in the world except the Sun,

We can vow on his certainty to rise,shine and set.

Uncertainty lurks around us but is not so with the sun

followed the rules of rigour for ages and yet,

never deterred from his duty and remained in fore run.

The living God amidst the mankind invariably blaze and blaze,

everlasting source of efficiency and benevolence

occasionally emits stellar radiation to awaken the haze,

provides nutriment to every substance

for he is the loving father around whom we all revolve.

The ancient man worshipped him,

the modern man utilises his energy,

trying to reach him in close proximity rim,

unacceptable to the host this closeness to his synergy,

breach of his solitude potential interference with his duty,

may demolish this nearness within his magnetic territory.

Rejuvenates us, with every morning dawn,

brings in new hope and vigour to carry on the battle,

every evening sets in the enchantment to stick around

for his appearance revitalises the spirit to commence a new beginning,

overthrowing the tonicity from the sluggish life.

As certain as the Sun ,there is nothing as sanguine as him,

burning forever till the end of the infinity.

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