Treasure Island

Mitika gupta


Night Sky


NIGHT SKY is something that steals my heart.
NIGHT SKY is a scene that always lives in my eye.

when I see up in the sky,
the bright stars on the dark sky,
the spotty moon between the shiny mob,
all this awakes a feeling,
which is somewhere deep in lock,
at anyone corner of my heart.

This sky makes me think of my ancestors,
whom I feel watching me & blessing me from there.
Those lovely stars are my friends & my best friend moon,
with whom, I can share all my words without fear.

But, the day we both do not meet,
it breaks my heart, my eye starts raining,
& all the way, the darkness of night,
draw me in pain,
& leaves me alone...

Submitted: Tuesday, January 05, 2010
Edited: Saturday, January 09, 2010

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