Present, but of past!

Midnight, awake, watching the ceiling,
The reveries recollected,
Being in the open field-
Watching the stars afar…
Lying on the grass blades, with whom-
I shared my secret stories…
Immersed in the beauty of the twinkling stars!
I forgot, at that moment,
Of the stars filling glee in me,
Being still alive!
Or had already vanished into oblivion?

We sometimes enjoy the fruits of past-
And at times the sources are no more…


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