RAMBLING STAR

Between two dark-crimson moons –

One in the middle of night, another in early morn,

I’m a tipsy star caught rambling on heaven’s floor,

In love with wet clouds that drive me here and there

Falling into the abyss and rising again,

With the Sun of hope

Lurking at my thin, transparent, fragile door;

Not sure if the blue petals of sky will close me in

To a tight hug of their exuding aroma to publish my light

Into million prints in hearts of the Earth looking up me to sight,

I’m a tipsy star caught in clouds in a lonely fight

When my fellow stars watch and enjoy infringement

Of all my divine birth right

To love, to blush, to dream, to fantasize

To moan, to mourn and murmur about lost dreams

And again dream anew,

To be caressed by parrots aching to speak

In language of my heart;

I’m a tipsy star in love with self

Falling and then rising to make my new start !

Copy right : saroj k. padhi 12/03/15