The Play

There's a bird in its flow There's an arrow on the bow, There's an orange dipped in the sea There's a white waiting to glow, There's one with friends too many There's one devoid of a foe, There's the laughter in the bricks There are glasses cracked with woes, There's lightness at the head of the candle There's darkness at its toes, There's an audience watching the play Unaware, they're part of the show.. -Tejpal,robin