In the midst of this fleeting crowd, I

Lived like a hermit in seclusion, in search
of truth and purpose, saving the
vestiges of the bygone era, but one day you
entered in that hermitage like a deer, onwards

You became to me what stars are to the sailors,
Or gravity to earth, or library to an aspirant,
Under the shade of your love, I want to grow.

Recapitulate in your mind a love story
I'm about to tell,
The two mortals madly in love, went
Up above after a curse,

Joined the other stars, one appears
in the evening and the other vanishes,

Curse was that they'd meet only for
A second after
Long wait of 24 hours,
Love was still intact between them,

Moments loaded with
Emotions still come, tears trickle and fall,

           It is that falling tear we see
           when we see a shooting star ⭐

Invariably,
Government
Neglects
Our
Requests.
America
Needs
Concr­ete
Education

Metals
And
Geography
Needles
Exemplify
Their
Symmetry

We
Relinquish
Ink
To
Enjoy
Relating
Stories

Most
Others
Needlessly
Suffer
Trauma
Early,
Right?
Silence.

Fluttery
Little
Omens,
Waving,
Enjoying
Rain
Showers

Sense
Of
Community
In
A
Little

Meaningless
Electronic
Device
Is
­Appalling

Tell
Everyone
Lies.
Especially
Very
Interesting
Sometimes
Insidious
Ones.
Nightly.

Tactile
opening
nugget
gripping
system