
Shooting stars are beautiful, and yet they are disturbing...
SHOOTING STAR
Whenever I see a shooting starRicochet out of its orbit,
Pierce the pitch-black bosom
Of the gloomy night,
Leave behind a silvery trail
On the face of sky,
Strange stirring it evokes
Deep inside my soul,
Questions of bizarre nature
Rake up in my mind:
Is it the escape of star
From its daily drudge?
Or is it the beginning of
Another eternal grudge?
Will it just integrate
Slowly,
Gradually,
Into space?
And
Be
No more.
When I see a shooting star,
It stirs me to the core.
Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh (UP), India
Copyright ©: Zoya Zaidi
Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
Read 2160 times
Written on 2005-10-04 at 19:37




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