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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.

Shraddhanvita Tiwari

Shraddhanvita Tiwari

A poet, philosopher, lecturer, and travel blogger, Shraddhanvita holds an MA in English Literature and PGDTE from EFLU, Hyderabad. While she writes for Women's Web, TripHobo, Everybody Street, and Tripoto, her literary researches have been published in international anthologies like 'Theories of Identity', 'Eco-criticism in English Studies', and 'A Memento of Feminist Minds'. She has been awarded by the Ministry of Information & Broadcasting, Govt. of India for her oratory skills and her works have appeared in Plum Tree Tavern, Indian Periodical Journal, Madras Courier, Word Weaver, and Setu- Pittsburgh, USA.
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