Starry graffiti
I awoke to the gentle sound of rattle,
And the fellow baby traveler's prattle,
Soft, gentle sounds,
To see the wondrous sight
The stars had graffitied the story of the heavens
On the inky dark wall of the sky,
While we our eyes shut tight,
Consumed in our own tiny worlds ,so close to the stars,
Turned a blind eye.
--shubha
I awoke to the gentle sound of rattle,
And the fellow baby traveler's prattle,
Soft, gentle sounds,
To see the wondrous sight
The stars had graffitied the story of the heavens
On the inky dark wall of the sky,
While we our eyes shut tight,
Consumed in our own tiny worlds ,so close to the stars,
Turned a blind eye.
--shubha
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