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."