Imagination Poem by Shruti Goswami
Imagination
With what imagination,
Can I feed the stars?
They still look down upon me,
As they used to,
When the spring arrived,
And departed with winter soon,
I had nothing new to offer,
For they had the full moon.
I still could not love them,
As I loved the sparkling dews,
That glistened on the grass,
As long as I stayed awake,
On a chilly night,
Till the dawn break.
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