You came stealthily
Like the rays of the morning sun;
Without any pretensions
Of conquering the world!
...
The Tussle
Fog
Dense and obstinate,
Refuses to relent
Day after day,
Seeming victor
Against the burning Sun,
Converted into shadow, listless!
The Sun
Seemingly withdrawn,
And lukewarm
Emerges the true victor;
Obviously at work
Behind the screen.