A Big gate stared at me today
With its protruding long tongue
Guarded by branching out trees.
Awkward at stares and giggles of waiving branch
Found few stars hanging.
They appeared and disappeared.
Disappointing to judge how many were there
Whatever could be, true
I found them there.
Hope you can see those
On every possible corners
Even daring out in Mid-May Sun.
Take a pause to count
And if you can pocket those
Like Cricket heroes
To cheer on billboards.
Scramble for stars here on grounds today
You need not look high for
Unlike Dhruva's meditation of yesterday
Bend to knees to take those away.
Stars now graze on ground
Where flowers have disappeared.
Dhruva has shied away at falling stars
Seeing those stuck to everybody collars
Who cares for Dhruva of yesterdays
When today itself is anonymous.