Blood red sun,
this cold winter morn,
flying on cloud tops,
and tearing through storms,
blazing through skies,
this morbid red star,
piercing through the heavens,
dancing afar;
Beaming at me
while I stare at his rays,
breaking through my window,
as I wake in a daze,
and while the light burns bright,
and vermin run berserk,
I wake up and realize,
Shit! I’m late for work.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar