A Fallen Star
I saw the wife at next door,
Who kept her strife in ground floor;
I went upstairs to count stars,
And she came upstairs to talk to stars.
I didn’t listen to her stories,
But her stories got listened to;
She did find fallen stars
But couldn’t see a hoping star.
I saw sad and weak stars
With bad and dark clouds;
Cascading tears told they did suffer,
And they filled in rivers better.
Land grows green ever with rivers,
But stars stay never with tears;
They shed tears when they suffer,
And they fill in rivers better.
One day, I went upstairs
To look at the sky with stars;
I saw her come upstairs
To talk to Sky with stars.
But, clouds were heavy with tears,
And no stars appeared there,
So I came downstairs with fear,
And I saw – the fallen star, near!
October 1, 2020
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Copyright © Malisha Hansani | Year Posted 2020
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