LIFE, THE BURNING SUN

I look at the burning sun

Whip like filament lashes the root,

Moving around all the time,

The very sun shines the world.

Still burning my mind,

Life is a burst

Of solar lashes

A home of burning formation,

I am one backward runner

Now on a rush of old ideas,

Those are my living meaning

Home wants something,

I am not colorful to the needs,

Ferocity may dwell in between,

Inverse phase of life throws me,

Lashes my endurance,

I am now a single creature,

A bitter taste to dwellers,

My anger is a burn to me,

Useless sediment to others.

Nothing earlier drop I can put,

For acquisition on the way,

For their assignment, being

Dragged between the age and the world.