The sun

The sun twisted his/her eyebrows

We can say even it twisted eyebrows

It all depends on how you view

The man sun and woman sun

And the 'it' sun twisted eyebrows

They met on the forehead.

The matter is simple and straight

The sun was angry and brilliant

The sun looked like fire burning

Man, woman, it remembered 

The fire saved them from danger

The sun became a God, why not?

The colour of sun became superior

Gold became the mirror of sun

The metal became superior

Polished brass stole the show

The lamps were made in brass

Some lamps were in gold too

Sometimes sun looked silver

Silver, polished bright was great

Silver was surely superior, holy

The chosen colour and shade

Placed in high places constantly

Reminding people of light

Light has written our fate

Light has taught us to think

Light has trained our minds

Behind light is the fear of night

Night reminded of insects

Night meant uncertainty

Darkness to light became

Knowledge and wisdom