In the early minutes of the morning days
The sun is ready to usher in its golden rays

In the evening hours after rush and din disappears
The sun never evinces interest to ease out from earth’s space

The moon wishes to come cool and enrage the erotic stances of youth
And hence without waiting for sun to slash out moon light starts its sweet breath

It is not to be presumed as a cat race between moon and sun
But just a delayed diminishing act in duties distinguished by none