Wednesday, August 24, 2016

The Stars and You

I stared at the countless stars
And imagined a constellation
That sketched your face.
Your beautiful locks hung
With the archer's grace,
And brows were painted with
Beauty and pride.
Your majesty drizzled upon
Like light snowflakes
As a gift from the sky.
I stared at the countless stars
That stood miles away;


©Chandrajit Mitra