The night sky
lying on the grass, I watch it from the meadow.
The hand of the parting sun
had caressed it.
Lingering still in the air and the grass
is the gentle imprint of the mild touch,
just enough to warm the neck of the willow.
Looking at the sky I wonder, "Are two eyes enough
to read and follow the message of the farthest star?"
With a modest prayer I gaze.
"Let me just have a patch of the sky,
and a handful of stars watching over my life."
Sushama Karnik (c)
09/01/ 2022.
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