Death Revolution
Sun, the life Giver,
Is he a life Giver?
He should be, but how?
As I think, we were a part of him
The Earth, of course
The Planet of life
But at first it was ‘Death Revolution’
As she shaped the Sun,
With hot mind and fire.
Of course, the Sun is older,
Much older, than whom?
Is there an answer?
The Earth too is old
As old as the Death Revolution
I think the Sun,
Chose the Earth, the Third
To run aside.
Slowly, slowly she came to life,
With beautiful greenery all alive
Still the sun,
Not letting down,
Burning himself, he work for all
Not as a thing
But as a guard! !
2004
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