For me, life is neither a day

nor a fearful night:

It's marching ahead

between the horizons, 

sometimes, swaying the swing

towards the golden rays, 

and the other times,

pushing it deep into the dark

to make me smother. 

Perhaps It's more a dusk

travelling towards the night, 

and abruptly receiving a call 

of the mischievous dawn, 

playing hide and seek

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