She eats Sun, everyday

Crippled sun, painstakingly awakens, and surrenders
Plunging out, dries the morning dew, and changing hues
Feathered wings, rides the fallen rays
And, the specks of dust, scorns
Movement broods, and we man, gaudy our way to societal norms,
groomed and nifty..
The human masks, awaits, till dusk, we lures and whore out
She too gradually pulls out each ray, separately,
...as it peeps though broken and termite bitten window
Rays meet her everyday morning,
as an old friend and she bath herself, with joy
Under the swollen eyes, dried up layers, and layering of decompose
Silently she burns like a wax candle,
dusk till dawn, silent screams, she muffles
Tears, fuels her each night
And the white sun painlessly washes her out.

                                   -Roop, 28th Oct’17