…in the search of Star

The story ended unknowingly,

disrupted the routine,

gave a grimace of pain,

never a thought of mine.

 

Cold heavy due to winter,

No mood to say hello to it;

Reached on the roof,

Clock may around 12′ .

 

Deep black night sky,

Looking at so far,

with his wet eyes,

In the search of Star.

 

(dedicated to my late Grandpa)

SilverCloud

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