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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.

Copyright © Lochan Chugh