Everyday I wait for the Sun to rise

  And cast its spell on my  eyes

To rinse me with  rays softly warm  each

While I see all its glory and power

         In a walk watching the wilderness

  Feel my heart leap with joy

As   nature’s   air conditioner   works

 Strengthening   bones   and skin

I   Feel the warmth of the fragrant breeze 

Listen to   sound of the dry guzzle of leaves

The fresh  blooms  of  tiny neem flowers

F  Falling lightly onto my hair

Then long after the Sun has gone

I   Still  feel  its touch  in the darkness

A   When the silver moon   paces slowly

As the day   gradually   gives way to night

     While in ocean,   the waves stir to make shores white

 The Sun with two mothers   the night and the day

 Finally   fix  gaze for  onset of  dawn

Part 2   The story of the birth of Karna

 I wonder now of  a  Mahabharata epic  story

Of the  life of a  young and lovely   virgin princess  Kunti

A King’s  only daughter

To whom was born Karna from the demi Sun god Surya

 So happened when she made happy the blessed Sage  Durvasa 

  For she attended on him as a maidservant

Although she was  a King’s daughter!

He was so pleased, he offered  her a benediction

 Gave her the power to invoke any deity

 With the   curiousity  of a girl she  called for  the Sun god Surya

Who at once came and said “ O Beautiful Kunti ,

Our meeting cannot be fruitless

So let me keep my seed in your womb”

Kunti hesitated  as she was not yet married

But as it came to pass

Soon Karna , the son of the Sun god was born out of her ear

 So as to  keep her virginity undisturbed.

She still got so frightened

 She  kept  him in a basket and  put him in the ocean quickly

A carpenter soon found the child and brought him up as his son

 For Karna had  extraordinary powers

He was the son of the mighty Sun

He was one of great warriors

But fought against misfortunes

Al through life

He was known to be generous and courageous

In energy he is equal to fire

In speed he is like wind

In wrath he resembles the destroyer himself

Endured with might, his arms are large

His chest is i broad, he is sensitive

He can be invisible, he is a hero

With every accomplishment of a warrior

Karna’s had his armour like that of Achilles  styx

Or the mythical  Irish warrior Ferdiad ‘s horny skin

Was still  betrayed to death

 Karna ascends to heaven after his illustrious earthly life