The rising Sun <br />of one drab, grey land <br />spread hopeful rays; <br />showered lofty dreams <br />upon so many dwarf heads. <br />The Sun was up <br />soon in the middle <br />of the sky above <br />And gloomy hours <br />matured to pitch-dark night. <br />the beady eyes groped for light <br />the Sun was himself bright.<br /><br />PARTHA SARATHI PAUL<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-jet-black-daytime/
