When the sun shines bright…

When the sun shines bright,  everything looks so fine on sight;

There is a song in every flower,

And the birds fly up on the tower;

The bee hums near its hive,

And the dog barks ten to five;

The school children trot joyfully

As the mothers buzz busily;

A street urchin whistles his day away,

And the paddy fields bow down in a sway;

The trees look fresh and green,

And its leaves glow with a sheen;

The shining glasses on the match-box towers

Reflect the sunlight and show all colours;

My heart soars high, And I let out a cheerful sigh!

Then I take a closer look, At all the things that look so good;

The flowers cringe facing the mid-day sun,

 And the birds tire easily by the heat;

The bees disperse to toil for the day,

And the dog retires, turning its back to the ray.

Inside the stuffy class-rooms, the kids dont look so gay,

And the busy mothers long for a holiday;

The urchin starts worrying about his dinner,

 And the paddy fields silently await the farmer.

 The trees yearn for some more water

As they have far too many leaves to cater;

Behind the dark glasses of the tall tower,

Are hundreds of people struggling without a tear.

When the sun shines so bright, it keeps a lot of things out of sight!