I have tried to forget
Tht day
When we fought with the sky
Unwilling to give us any of its stars
And you snatched a few
One was affixed on my writing desk
As if to stear
The rays of lost moon
On my paper
So that when I write
I keep cool feel of moon rays
In mind
But I do get angry
I do lose touch with
The star
And the sky
Willing to offer more stars
Can’t not affix any one on my desk
That star isn’t shining any more
May be it does not like my desk
Or my writing
Or may be my ones make it cry
Too much
And it wants to smile all the time
May be
