Early Winter Night Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Bright stars, I see one after other
In the dark sky, piercing thourh
Trying to talk to me with their eyelashes:
I like no sight better.

They are embedded there but take time
To fall into the ken of my vision
Arising like unknown pleasures
That take time to register.

This one is big, like a huge diamond-
I know it is planet Jupiter
For Venus is already up there?
She shines bright East of Sirius
The brightest star in the heavens
Part of Canis Major constellation.

Down there on the Southern curve
Of the dark sky, twinkles brightly the Canopus,
Known in India as Agasthya, the sage
Who did penance on the Vindhya hill range
And became the patron saint of South India.

Sometimes when I walk on Bandra skywalk
Before the light stains the bright dark,
I can see the Alpha Centauri shining above the tree
And sometimes slopingly point to the Southern Cross
Which is visible with three bright stars.