REGRET – A Poem

Oh dear sun! descend once,
From the cozy lap
Of your pretentious height
And feel with your own senses,
Fear of the ominous nights
You always leave us with.

Who will ever tell you about
The trail of ignominy
That the pale rays of moon leave
In the eyes of an old father
Or the parting shots of a son,
Departing in the shrill of
Midnight thunders?

My words too- excessively timorous-
May never reach you
For my companions die
Always before your arrival
And the evasive breezes,
Suffused with the odours of piety,
Too offer ablution with morning dew
Before meeting your belated rays.
Alas!