That's How Sun Dies

When all birds flew back to nest, for rest,
Sinking sun into west when floated very fast
Heavy hands and hazy mind when lost its zest,
Then I am quite sure, he is losing vigor bast,

by Aftab Alam Click to read full poem

Comments (15)

Nice work with the muse of nature! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
something lost something gained enjoyed the read
A good life thought poem the poet created and I likes it.
And everything happens for a reason but the reason is still a mystery until it happen. -ging-
What has lost and what has gained that is eternal question and you brightly profoundly projected
The whispering thoughts at the dying moments: 'What have I lost and what are my gains' is a timely reminder to the living mortals. A nice, philosophical poem
Very moving, as his last thoughts of his life flash before him he lets go of the pain he endured at times and his glory days as his soul moves into eternity! Beautiful write!
the sun breathes its last breath as the moonlit night covers its face.
A great thoughtful poem
I like it, it's really elaborately written and kind of just nice
What I lost and what I gained- - - - - -is the thought of Everyman.A universal tone is here in this write!
What have I lost and what have I gained. These thoughts whisper; he is breathing last. Very effective lines of a great poem.
Exactly, these are the thoughts when one is dying, the real gain is the gain of hereafter, nice one :)
Great write! Reflections on our gains and loses in life is common. Thanks fos sharing.
Beautifully and elegantly described. Loved this poem Have a look at my poems as well