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Once it was 'dawn',now 'noon'

Once,
The land of rising sun-the sun
Woke up and slowly rised
To be on top,to shine
       A few days back
       It was a sunny day
       The 'Red Giant teased the clouds
       The clouds were of white colour then
       But his brightness made it 'pale' white
       Those bald eagle clouds with anger
       Turned black
       The black which usually
       The English whites hates.
Screaming eagle clouds
Challenged for a war-
A war which meant
Lives pop up like bubles
Cent percebnt 'destruction'.
       The solar brightness
       Stayed on the otherside
       Of the cloud boundary.
Earth being dark
Stayed outside the war-field
May be after tired with the wars witnessed.
       Two atom rain drops
       Had some immense power
       That it had turned of the sun
The whole world helpless
With a thud and emotions in heart.
       It was noon
       Then everyone closed their eyes,
       Turned their faces from
       The view of sun;
       With emotions.
How pity is the pother in sun...
Pity and shame on the eagles
Because they lost their brains in some way
Again the clouds challenged
        The war ended then
        But still the clouds are a task
        That pother still on ears.
For the rising sun's soil
Those days were all 'dawn'
Now enjoys the life of now
As considering it as 'noon'-
When it shines the most
And is on top of the world.
CAN'T WE CALL THAT SUN AS JAPAN'S HIROSHIMA & NAGASAKI???
                                                                                 

 "with salute to the Japanese who who had grown well like bamboos and being very tall in their efforts"....
                                                                                               
                                                                                                     -premsree-