The stars shine bright
When the night is clear
Just like your smile
The warmth, I feel so near
Crackling of burning wood
The scent so sublime
Into the lone nights
Passing along is my time
Halt, the hour for awhile
This moment I truely relish
Upon, once in my dream
I feared the counter
Of what, seemed hellish
Cold skies sprinkle the dews
It feels more like a blessing
Of an invisible hand
Touching my head without cursing
I tell myself, not to worry
There are quite storms ahead
That shakes a silent dome
Quiver, and the heart scared
Counting the stars
I left out the crescent moon
A tear drop on my cheek
The night had passed, so soon
A bleak of ray traced the sky
Welcoming another new day
Collecting my broken pieces
I just wish, I could fly away...


©Seema Sen, 2021