Think of the thankless morning,
The gifts of noon unused,
Think of the eye of scorning,
The night of refused prayers.
Oh world!! I can’t hold the close enough,
The winds,the wide grey skies!
The mists,that roll & rise!
I stand amid the roar,
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hands,
Grains of golden sand!!!
Once I dipt into the future far,
As human eye could see!
And I saw the chief forecaster,
Dead as any one can be!!
People burns the earth,
But sun never do it!!
From the lightning in the sky,
From the thunder &strom,
And the cloud that took the form!!!!!
