Hardik Vaidya (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
In appreciation of poetry by Lance Uppercutt
I realised what poems truly are,
Stars strewn in the deserts of Utah.
Jewels that shine always bright, not powered by physics,
But burnt by fish, rice, wheat, and the earth of our life.
I now know why the stars come out in the night,
Not only because the bully Sun has gone over the other side,
They are jealous, they want to see, burn in green infamy,
To their utter dismay see on earths barren bosom an eternal display,
Of light that travels faster than what they can see in the twinkle of their might.
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