DID YOU ENJOY THE SHOW? 
 
At dawn, the sky was painted with Sun’s soft glow. 
Her dreamy eyes watched it with visuals of the future, 
Playing before the innocent eyes. 
 
The Sun travelled to the zenith, 
Hot, heating and burning bright. 
Running and rushing to fulfill her dreams. 
With wet temples, feet sore, she lost the pace of time. 
 
The Sun had now descended. It was twilight. 
Her creased body noticed the grey sky.
Saddened at this juncture.
Her eyes flooded, longing for the white sky. 
Pouring, until the sunlight was nowhere in sight. 
 
Drained. Laid on her back, she heard a voice call. 
“So did you enjoy the show?” 
Dazed. She retorted, “Show? What show?”  
“The Sun’s show! Playing right before your eyes.” 
Jolting out of the trance she replied, 
“But I was in my show.”