In Pursuit of Finding Paradise
I sat outside my house,
At murky night,
In moist lush lawn;
In pursuit of finding paradise,
Watched stars and moon,
In murky sky;
So light, so empty vacuum,
Our blueish sky;
Yet held all stars in her lap,
As if she were mother of all;
So unique, had motherly love;
Some stars were bright;
Some were hazy white;
Some moved fast,
Leaving gleam trail of tail;
Some stars looked faded pale,
Existed far above shining stars;
Her caress,
Was same and equable to all,
Lap of her was paradise;
© sadashivan nair
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