Far above my head
a twinkling entity
slips from place
dips, disappears
in a timeless, limitless
ocean of cosmos.
A long faint streak is drawn
swiftly across blackboard
and swiftly wiped.
In pitch-dark moonless sky
trillions and trillions
glowing matchstick heads
woven together
in an unseen maze of webs
move slowly
burn silently.
They roll without murmur
they roll so slowly
my retina
fails to capture the motion.
The drama goes on and on and on
in a village night.
My megapolis, alas! swallows
entire enchanting cosmos in it's nightly glory
in blazing neon lights, dust and fumes.
It sucks
the entire nocturnal heavenly treasure
in its womb
like a blackhole.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem