Saturday, February 23, 2013
Counting Stars
IN MID OF NIGHT
THROUGH MY WINDOW STARTED COUNTING
THE STARS THAT I COULD SEE.
THERE WERE SOME BRIGHT AND SOME WEE.
STRETCHED MY HANDS TO TOUCH THEM DEARLY
FOUND THEM WEEPING IN FORLORN SKY.
AFRAID OF THE END OF NIGHT ?
AFRAID OF END OF MY SIGHT ?
TOLD THEM AND SELF
LET'S BE FOR A MINUTE ALOOF.
.......... hrushikesha mohanty
24 th feb '13
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Dear Rushi,
I could see you as a 6 year old stretching hand to touch the stars and getting lost in a wonderful fantasy. Rushi, it is a nice poem.
The earlier poem was difficult for me to understand. But this is a sweet and a lucid one.
Apa
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