Where’s The Shooting Star? Poem by Rajesh Gurung

“There, I saw another one! ”
shrieks my friend
Shooting stars are not for everyone
To her, there seems to be no end

On a clear night she sees many
One after another
Just when you think there isn’t any
she shouts, ” there! didn’t you see her? ”

I turn my gaze to the ground
Just as a star draws a silvery arc
across the clear black mound
Lighting for a moment anything dark

I could never spend hours
on a black starry night
Waiting for shooting stars
to come within my field of sight

But it’s an experience I will never forget
Stretching your neck and your gaze
upwards, hoping anything could set
a star on its short but bright race