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Playing With The Sun
written by: Shraddhanvita Tiwari
We played the ball yellow-red
When sunbeams came to rest,
Beckoning us with crimson glories
On hillock’s brownish breast.
The daylight gave up the mighty throne
Defeated by the night
And western ghats walked in a dream
With ghosts of murky height.
Then came the starry thieves above
Winking at our being
So, self confessed dreamer in me
Vanquished the hours fleeing.