Sunday, November 15, 2009

नोट alone

Not Alone.

Live next door to a street lamp, full

moon every night .

On an enormous heavenly canvas,

A lone star shines.

The rest have turned their back on

Earth and light up a galaxy that’s

Not of my concern, when I watch

Ads for Martini Bianca on TV.

Fine by me I don’t need to be smart

In a bar , but I do pity the lone star,
It must be cold up there. Wave,

It winks back and fire flies dance.

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