I will stand by
Starry eyed and expectant
And sprinkle on the black you paint
A million twinkling stars.
I won’t blink until you paint,
Half a million more
And make them rain below
As downy flakes of snow
I refuse to let the moment dive
Into the cold oblivion
Until we weave the strings
Into a silken magic wing.
I muse and wonder
About my otherness that’s yonder
Would a solemn hymn do?
To make it co-believe communion.
- Pushkar Gunjan
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