When I peer at the star filled sky
It’s my sky, astronomical sky!
The twinkling stars are just delightful
The sky’s dazzling flowers in the dark
Want to pluck them to have them for me
Ah! Will not the sky be devoid of the stars
With no twinkling lights after plucking? no, wait!
I meant plucking them as images
Of the stars whole lot of them in the constellations
Record them in spectroscopic plates
To study, analyse, get to know in fine detail
Their content, structure, age, life, ending up as
Black hole, neutron star or brown dwarf
Not only pluck it is my wish to travel to the stars
But lo! They are far,far away in millions, billions light
years
No rocket, no means to travel as of now
Till a way found out to reach them physically
Till then peering at them, plucking their images
Is the only way to go about to enjoy their presence
In the heavenly sky, ever pleasant to peer at in the
nights
Stars! You are literally the golden flowers in the sky
Unpluckable, sizzling hot , will just fry anyone
attempting
To touch you, or go about very near you
Stars you are essential for your planets for life to
thrive
On your light, by your light, stars go on! I Keep
plucking, big salute!
-Mohan Sanjeevan
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