Sun rays on my face
tickle and play,
Smiling a lazy smile
I further squeeze those sleepy eyes.
More rays tickle,
more I hide,
The hide-and-seek goes on,
till the sun gives that dashing
victorious smile.
I bow to the Magnificent
with many names,
Aditya, Isha, Bhanu, Sharanya,
Achyuta, Ananta, Vasu and Indra.
Glorious and bright,
like a little bird’s first chirp,
the Sun whispers,
wake up beautiful,
and I open my eyes.
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