World at odds (WAO)

I heard the story of sunshine and the ghost,

It started on a late sunset, when ghost come to see the sunshine,

He comes back next day, to see her again,

He kept coming back every day to see her again,

Sunsets were followed by sunrise,

Ghost got addicted; he lived his part of nights adoring sunshine,

It does not seem so for to be a story; sunshine has to know about the ghost of night,

The gracious moon was observing the story,

He played his part, fooled ghost to come early and be in front of sunshine,

Sunshine was dazzled to see someone so dark and shying away from her reach,

Ghost did not basked in her light to leave sunshine waiting for the next rendezvous,

It does not seem to be a story so far,

Ghost got scared of the fear of having heart, sunshine got baffled of liking the dark,

Sun heard the story from his pal moon,

Both played there part in making it a story,

They eclipsed the very next day,

Sunshine and ghost stranded in front of each other,

The silence was the word of affection; love was the meaning of this calmness,

Sun eclipsed over, ghost vanished, leaving sunshine,

What next was love confession?

People had sunshine on a cloudy day, people sighted ghost everywhere,

Sun and moon, agreed, they did a blunder,

Sun let know sunshine, she cannot survive in darkness,

Moon let know ghost, he cannot bask the radiance,

Sunshine and ghost were left in this lurch for ages,

Then one day come the present age,

Which took darkenss out of night to the day of sun?

People were darker than the ghost,

Sunshine competed with the fluorescent,

Sun and moon has lost their importance and prime,

But they had something to correct before both fade away in oblivion,

They eclipsed once again,

To bring sunshine and ghost in close distance,

Eyes stuck, calmness personified, wind stopped,

It was the meeting of eternity,

Nature blessed as he got balanced by artificial,

Sun and moon smiled to approve the union,

Sunshine and ghost never left each other sight to make it,

An endearing and perfect story.

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