The Lord of the skies 
Rises with his brilliance 
Pours its love, on all the mortals. 
He is the light in the darkness, 
Warmth in cold, hope for tomorrow 
That arises with its appearance 
in morrows. 
The sky welcomes Him 
And the earth awaits His arrival 
The air plays melodious songs
And to see Him all spheres yearn. 
The rivers, forests and barren land 
Envelope him on the mortal soil.
He moves steadfast, greeting all graciles. 
His commitment to his work amazes all
Pain and gain, joy and sorrow, neither make him fall. 
Such is the power and action 
of the golden orb!
Selfless, sure, he rises to light others. 
He brings hopes for millions, 
opportunities, light in abundance. 
With immense respect, I bow to Surya, 
Who reflects light on truth,
The mightiest one - supreme Aaditya. 
There is some magic in his presence 
That instills hope each day.
He saus, don’t stop, keep going.
I’ll continue to give you light, 
To rise as you weave your dreams bright.
After every dark night, a promise blooms, pasts abate. 
Chase your dreams,
 for you a new dawn awaits. 
                By Avani Sapre