My Son, please do not touch the Sun

Read all your books well in day light
And when night falls
Get ready to the bed of Roses.
You may have pleasant dreams
And it's not like your mad Grandpa's.
I am sure you find new stars in the sky
And when you play hide & seek with your friends
Of course! You stay behind the Sun
As nobody approaches you.
But never try to touch the prodigal Sun in reality
As you burn your soft fingers
As same as your innocent hopes.

* [ Whenever Sun rises and sets, your poor Grandma & Grandpa think of you deeply while sitting at the edge of the World.]

I humbly dedicate this poem to Mrs.Urmila.Narang

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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