In the splendour of Night
When twinkling stars adorn the skies
I, walk the paths they light
Until, I’m met by the fading darkness
And the glimmer of Dawn,
The softness of which would soon
A ferocious countenance wear,
In the form of the
Lord of the skies,
The star we call
The Sun,

So different
From the sparkling dots in the skies,
The stars
That, look down upon us
No, not in disdain
But kindly
For, the they know well
Man’s foibles and frailties,
Nastiness and niceties,
His arrogance and alarming atrocities,
His unwritten but, time- bound
Destinies.

Those that look at the stars
And thus, the heavens for guidance,
Are more likely to find
Solace and comfort in their lives
Even if in penury
Than, those who depart in luxury,
In the golden arms of
A disenchanted
Fate,

Life’s abilities to make its presence felt
Results, sometimes, in strange complexities
That, we weave for ourselves a fabric
With fragile wefts and warps
And ,is prone to give way
Torn asunder by Desire, Greed, Lust
And, More.
Alas!

(The author is a prolific poet who has over 30 poetry books to his credit. He can be reached at ashoksawhny06@gmail.com/ www.ashoksawhny.com)