Starry Nights Poem by lalitha iyer

When rains white wash the blue skies
the nights are full of sparkling stars
the sky is sown with smiling gems
like shawls of queens embedded with stones.

Pure light it drips down
liquid light is a sight to delight
drops of lovely tranquility falls
and meets the eyes with majestic calls.

From heavens solitary serene balls
lustrous beauties slip down to looks
washed and clean and neat they gleam
as you lay awake all night on grassy streams.