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

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

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