Playing with the Sun


We played with the ball yellow-red

When sunbeams came to rest,

Beckoning with crimson glories

On hillock's brownish breast.


The daylight gave up its mighty throne

Defeated by the night

And western ghats walked in dreams

With ghosts of murky height.


Then came the starry thieves above

Winking at our being

So the self-confessed dreamer in me

Vanquished the hours fleeing.


Shraddhanvita Tivari


Bio: Shraddhanvita holds an MA in English Literature and works as a travel blogger and digital marketer with a reputed travel company in the Middle East. Her poems, articles, and research papers have been published in several international journals and anthologies including the book "A Memento of Feminist Minds."