A Tiff

Long long back

when you, I and no one were there,

after a trifle tiff

the dawn and the dusk,

the intimate twain,

parted their ways…

A pity it was,

That was not a good thing to happen!

At each day break

Dawn sends the birds westward,

Dusk sends them back eastward –

love between the twain

has not twinned again…

The sun, sorry and sad,

has been trying ever since

to unite the lovers back again

but success has not come his way