The Falling Firestones
Under the big dark blue sheet
with several white spots,
Camera in hands
and mind full of thoughts;
Between these spots
I was in search of a line,
and wanted it in my camera
as a memory of mine;
But they were more smarter
and faster than me,
even faster than sense
of getting free;
But at last there
was no loss for me,
it was just a new leaf
on my knowledge tree;
we often stood beside our friend
to check who is tall,
but often forgot that in the sight of
universe we are too small.
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