You’re an heir of the yellow sun
In Hide-and-Seek Festival of Lightors

During this century’s festival,
The red sun doted on the indigo
And the indigo fell for the lemon

In all Hide-and-Seek Festival of Lightors
All the centuries of violence go unremembered

The pink sun printed ageless colors across the sky
And the black sun blushed at the imminence of night
At the end of the festival,
When the yellow sun swayed off to pronounce a century for the next one,
You assumed his timeless sparkle

Obi Aniekwe, Austin is a student of University of Nigeria. Apart from reading and writing, he embraces music as the next expedient mode of restoring his sanity.