Good Morning

As I removed the curtains, she fell bright on my face,

she do her monotonous work, irrespective of human race.

Climbing up the hills, sinking down the seas, she shines,

she binds humans with innumerable joys and cries.

She is yet to be recognised by human eyes,

she shines, she shines, she shines.

She watches us the whole day,

may it be busy weekday or boring Sunday.

She peeps in night through silvery moon’s eyes,

she records history in her golden lines.

But, she is yet to be recognised by human eyes,

she shines, she shines, she shines.

Let’s try to recognise her by our busy eyes,

no matter we do it or not, she shines, she shines, she shines.

~by Arghya Samaddar

Author's Note

Honest review please , as usual

Reviews

[DaVoid]

Love this. It warms the heart. I can feel the warmth on my face almost.

"she fell bright on my face" seems, for me at least, to be as if it is clumsy, the light, even a bit humorous.
Could be because my English isn't that good or because at that moment the subject, the sun, is not yet known in poem and it brings another image to (my) mind.

Great work, love it.

[Riddhi]

Wow!!! What a beautiful piece of writing...i like your quality that in your poem the words flowed in a very fluent manner...not a single word is there in this poem where the reader can think that that word is not suitable , should be replaced or anything else...i really enjoyed reading this poem..it is indeed very nice...eager to read your next poem...keep on writing and thanks for sharing...

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the thoughts and the hope in the words.
"Let’s try to recognise her by our busy eyes,
no matter we do it or not, she shines, she shines, she shines."
You left the reader with positive place and thoughts. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote