By Ravi Ranganathan
In the morning
Sunlight was like twigs
Scattered here and there
Flying and running and walking
The birds
Tried to pick them
The more they tried
The more the twigs spread
Not knowing what to do
They threw away whatever they picked
And flew away
And then the night came
The sun picked up all the twigs
Without leaving anything
And moved away!...
By Ravi Ranganathan
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