Cotton Meadow Poem by Vrunda Shankara

Her usual afternoon stroll...
On a cold December afternoon....
Listening to a pair of bulbuls...
She walked...lost in their songs..
Something shone...and...
As she glanced...
Saw stars twinkling...
In the fields...
Stars...at afternoon! ! ...
She wondered....
Noon breeze...whispered...
Those are the cotton fluffs...
Glittering in the noon sun...
She smiled...to herself...
Walked into the cotton meadow...
To collect....
A handful of cottonstardust.....