The Resting Stars Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

I own the sky and I can look as far as I can,
Billions of resting stars smile at me,
And I can tease them as much as I can,
The moons of various planets are too busy,
And I can make as much sarcastic comments,
As I can, the debris from the distant land,
Float and flirt to have the dash with the earth,
And I can pick as many as I can,
To use as the wooden boomerang,
One sun or hundreds of sun in the outer,
Universe, boiling over the wasted debate,
And I can scoop as much dreamy cream,
As I can to spread on my frozen thought,
The man made satellites, rotates as the village,
Bullock carts, dispersing the information foliage,
In everyone‘s hands, I don’t bother about these wire mash,
As strong as the cobweb and I can’t procure,
Tensile thread to sew the hearts together,
But I let them to float and be free,
Enjoying every moment of life,
Having the little bit of peace of mind,
Looking at the sky that they have owned,
The ancestors have settled in the resting stars.