A moment dropped

Last night in the dark,

A moment just slipped off my hand,

my eyes rolled off to my finger tips,
and scourged the parched land.

I ran to the sun for help,

But its door was closed; locked.

I made my way up the window,

But his lights were off, he was sleep soaked.

I stood at the window,

Hoping it to rise,

But it was too early in the night,

I just left a tear by his bed side.

On my way back,

I saw the waves rushing to the coast,

Clearing the mess made by day,

Coz its the only time alone, its crowded by day.

I reached the lawn,

Where I dropped my moment,

hoping the birds would sing,

for the sun to wake any moment.

I tried making a bunch of stars,

To make a sun for night.

But they were too tiny and pricky,

And often fell off my hand.

I tried making a bunch all night,

And they often vanished my sight.

I worked blinded by my desire,

And they just played all night.

And then I saw a flock of servants,

Flying east to pull the sun up,

And there he came stretching his arms,

And smiling along as he came.

I pounced and searched the grass again,

To find my moment again.

But the dew had washed the moment away,

The sun rise was just in vain.

I still hate the sun,

For not staying at night.

I still look for that moment,

I dropped in the grass one night.

                                                                …Shiv.