Ode On A Literary Star Poem by MBJ Pancras

Thou, a star of the galaxy of Literature fabulous with images and colours,
Not a diminishing spark, but a shining gem, ever with thy literary similes,
Across the skies of innovation, thou art seen floating with wings of harmony.
Thou, a pearl studded with the virtue of meekness,
An amazing limelight glistening ‘cross the world of learners,
Thou speakest words of gentleness for thou art an art of humility.
Thou art a canopy to care and share joys and sorrows of thy folks,
A sea, silent in its essence, but with waves hushed, yet with power.
Beauty is thy crown, so well bejeweled with smiles of joy,
For to Keats, ‘A Thing of Beauty is a Joy forever.'
Thou, behold, a song bird whose melodies are magic verses,
Lovely to the ears of thy little geniuses always ‘midst thee.
Thou wakest up the sleeping doll with thy words of lullaby.
‘Sarala' is an art of beauty embedded in the virtue of quietness
Living amidst the garden of solitude with blossoms of dreams.
A sojourn, thou art for infants and babes, cherishing with beautiful hopes,
Thou wilt be perceived thro' the eyes of the budding geniuses,
And thou art a guiding star with the beacon glowing ‘cross the horizon.
Yea, Thou art a star of the galaxy of Literature fabulous with images and colours.