Shining dimonds on a vast floor,
As if toppled upside down,
But not yet off their bore.
Dropping shine over the light-scorched houses ashore!
Yes they are the stars!
One day a childlike curiosity popped inside me,
How many such pearls does this earth carry?
How many of them do witness our midnight melodies?
That night when the clock struck nine,
Aiming my sight at each star that stays upright,
One, two, three, four, five...
Counted I till midnight,
Unaware of how far the count was carrying me!
Now breaking the chain of my count frantically,
I banged my head into a brownish tree!
Somewhat scared, maybe of my own shriek,
Fell I onto the floor of that empty street!
I rolled my eyes around sulkily,
Eaten up with fear,
Lost did then I feel,
And hence dropping a flood of tears.
These flooded eyes and the dark night manupilated the midnight scene.
The concrete road seemed like rushy water,
The swishing of trees a shrieky scream,
Waving to me with demoniac laughter!
This moment was a do or die,
Either could I stand up and try,
To get through the gushy water,
Or else stay and let the cold blood flow within with a hasty high!
Now cluching myself really tight,
I was ready to try,
To step into the gasty flow!
But when with fear went my tears all dry,
A road concrete enough was I standing by!
No gales, no waves had there ever been
My mind had then created that adernalin high,
Which made things seem so scarily wry!
Now me has found a braver I,
Which knows when imagination imposts to the reality of the eye,
The heart will always help you through,
And will let you look out for the daring new!
-Angel Pandhi
