Stars do they speak
all night twinkling;
the mystery of cosmic energies
exuding from their beaks
stunning sights
becons of celestial lights
they wink
as if they say something
and sink you
into a sea of wonders
their lovely colours
that delights with swift glows
some angels
are they?
or our dead ones
are they?
stories galore
startling more;
silently flows from the heaven's breast
invisible milkly drops
of dripping science and fiction
alongwith beauty of imagination
all silent beauties
very modest and alluring
with inherent secrecy
hypnotising fallacies.
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