Day And Night-1 Poem by Anubhav Tulasi

The world is a toy in the hands of a toy
The day itself is a toy, a toy of modern firearm
To make the world shake in fear, a toy held by the Sun
Perhaps the Sun also is a toy, Gods' favorite toy

You and I argue, later we stop talking to each other
When I call God a toy, round like the Sun
It is as if your head would explode with anger
I was in a dilemma - if your head really explodes
Whether it would be Day or Night in my world
I could not understand anything

In order to end our argument at that point
And to make peace with you
I change myself along with the setting Sun
Then it was Night, your face bathed in brilliant moonlight
I turn ice cold on the other side of your face hidden from people

I feel like a toy
I keep thinking if I become a toy in your hands
Life will be successful
Since, the God of Day and Night is a toy,
The world is also nothing but a toy,
There is no soil anywhere on the world
Since soil itself is hard baked toy

If someone distraught with misery of this soil
Swells up like fresh flood and submerge the earth
How much water would you be able bail out
Without access to the tools of Night and Day