A Big gate stared at me today <br />With its protruding long tongue <br />Guarded by branching out trees. <br />Awkward at stares and giggles of waiving branch <br />Found few stars hanging. <br /> <br />1,2,3... <br />Kept counting <br />They appeared and disappeared. <br />Disappointing to judge how many were there <br />for sure. <br /> <br />Whatever could be, true <br />I found them there. <br />Hope you can see those <br />On every possible corners <br />Even daring out in Mid-May Sun. <br /> <br />Take a pause to count <br />And if you can pocket those <br />Like Cricket heroes <br />To cheer on billboards. <br /> <br />Scramble for stars here on grounds today <br />You need not look high for <br />Unlike Dhruva's meditation of yesterday <br />Bend to knees to take those away. <br /> <br />Stars now graze on ground <br />Where flowers have disappeared. <br />Dhruva has shied away at falling stars <br />Seeing those stuck to everybody collars <br />Who cares for Dhruva of yesterdays <br />When today itself is anonymous. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Hrushikesha Mohanty<br /><br />Hrushikesha Mohanty<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stars-grounded/
