In the middle of the day,

One wouldn’t expect

The sun to take a break,

And cease to shine,

Stopping the march of time,

That’s not done, nay!

I remember when

It did happen,

It was almost as if,

The sun didn’t exist –

That it was an elaborate myth,

That was finally exposed,

When the veil lifted

From our deceived eyes;

The birds went wild

Milling the sky,

A right melee!

If only you could see

Any of it properly,

And then,

Just when

Everyone had decided,

That the world was coming

To an abrupt end,

There was the faintest hint

Of a ring of light,

Ever expanding,

Until it revealed

The truant star,

Resplendent in its glory.

And boy, am I glad

That I lived to tell the story!

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