Virtually when the abendrot formed In the cerulean tincture of the airspace I and female sibling commenced On playing blind man's buff And the finest spot for me to secrete was In the chamber of the bygone house We resided when my forefathers were breathing. As sister made a count from 1 to 10 I silently advanced to the chamber Full of cobwebs, grime, old fitments Covered with undyed clothes. I catched my sister's bangles making chik sounds And knew she was coming and in hasten I went towards the wall and got myself slithered And discovered myself in an another orb Opps!!Sorry another unrevealed orb. A chamber of memoirs, charts, epistles and scripts. I was aghast for a minuscule. Even the arachnid near gazed at me For being so amazed. As I took one of the memoirs I sneezed sounding accho so loud that Sister came to the chamber knowing I was there And quickly I went to the other chamber And accepted myself as the loser of the frolic. But for a while it didn't matter I won or lose Only mattered was the secret behind the wall The chamber, scripts and memoirs full of dust. The abditory of mine now seemed to be More hidden with secrets rather than Being my hide and seek abode.