Poem - A Random Goan Sunset

Waging a war against the demons of shiny bright lights

First in the colors of crimson splendor I am born

In pitched battles like those in folk lore

Many a curses and abuses are sworn

The dazzle of bright white light

That steals the calm of nature

Each morning bearing the news of turmoil
Dragging the creeping present to future

The bright Sunshine in shiny white armour

With shining swords and shields at noon

Looks so invincible as the Gods of old Greece

It never looks it will gasp for breath so soon.

And i am full of friends

And I have a group of motley allies

And the gossip is of dread of darkness

And the world is so full of lies

The black dark cloud forming in rage

Against the heat and the fire

That those swords of sunshine unleash

And our fate looks so dire

The tiny proletarian wasp of steam

Gather to form the white summer Cloud

Still shivering and shimmering under the dread

Of the mighty forces of the Sun screaming aloud

And some of those clouds are in mood of a revolution

And they are turning black in rage

My allies take first blow to crumble down as rain

And some of them are put in a Shining Cage

And to mark its victory

Over the heaven and the sea

A seven colour arc of light is fluttered

For the vanquished to see

I am the champion of peace and sleep

And I roar Back with utmost glee

And I strangle The warship of the great enemy

Till it has sunk in the farthest point of the Sea

Burning gaze has lost to the great knights of darkness.

What was a few hours ago

A reign of immense heat and terror

Is now a humbled foe.

I am the Knight of the Darkness

And I am valiant warrior of peace

And with the magic of the starry curtains

I bring it down to the knees