Borrowing the light was once a thought,
I was known a borrower of light,
Upto the time everything was sort,
That it was my own light.

Though I was the moon and not the sun,
I behaved like a cocoon and not the bun,
Though I was the sun and not the moon,
I believe in the light bun, not the dark cocoon,

My eclipse was meant to torn you,
Never believed of yours to mourn me,
Since we were born in the same sky,
The sky where we will together die.

Nature and adventure were our tales,
Everyone memorized us in the fairy tales,
We uttered to be real in existence,
So we shouted readily in the eclipse.

My light your light was never our concern,
As we both were bestowed with our own,
We were there to lit the day and night,
We were there to fit the dawn and dusk.

For one I was the sunny sun,
For one I was the majestic moon,
For one I was the scorching sun,
For one I was the mourning moon.

We were used for light and sight,
But we were blind to see,
We were used for emotion and devotion,
But we were heartless to feel.

For we were the sun and the moon,
For the universe we were just the cocoon,
Who boosted in us the light,
For the world to sight.

Never full nor crescent, I'm the sun of defence,
Full and crescent, I'm the moon of eloquence,
Celestials and lighting bodies were our names,
For we are the sun and moon of the games.

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