Whisper between the sun and moon: A poem 

The sun that lived between the age 

of the universe and now 

never changed colours, 

But it may, before it thinks it is its business 

to take us all in a gigantic burst of explosion 

How must life seem in hell, 

where the lights never go out?! 

 I can see that many of us live in a sea of licentiousness 

And what does the future speak of? 

Will we go green or red? 

Would all this colour change soon? 

We all seem to be standing on the cusps 

prepared to abandon our beliefs 

Would you imagine the moon will stop getting farther 

if you let it in today, tomorrow…? 

If women can sit shrouded under veils, indoors 

And men can have harems…