CONVERSATIONS WITH A STAR

Look here and spare a moment pal,

But think not am really so small.

For light years separate us,

I might look a little mess.

But I go up as 6 feet 2 inches,

Not blessed with your luminous that clinches.

My friends making rockets that launches,

Like a bird in to the heart of your space wenches.

One day we shall get to you,

Say ‘hello’ and shake hands with you.

Then take care not to burn us,

With your gentle glow that toasts a million globes.

Then I shall bring you the finest feast,

Tons of treasure or a gold crown at least.

For all your stay right there,

And for all your rays that ever flare.

My mom first showed you to me,

Said at nights you were smiling at me.

The day, you kept so calm,

As if not to give the busy people any harm.

My teacher said you are a burning store,

The reason, chemical reactions in your core.

But I know its not any fission or fusion,

Your whole chemistry we learned, just an illusion.

Its that you watch the earth so close,

Our death, agony and aching loss.

The dreary mishaps that burns any heart,

You too burns, so much red hot.

It’s not any hydrogen or helium gas

A heart so skittish as fragile glass.

A heart gone heavy watching the ‘human-callous’,

That makes all your incredible mass.

But for me, now just look so far

And do ask your neighboring star.

If you guys found a lonely planet,

Check not, but tell me that moment.

A globe with some air, some water,

Enough herbs and cherries to quench hunger.

Bamboo sticks to spell a humble palace,

A little temple beside to derive solace.

Fair weather to make my mom sing,

Cute flowers for my sister to cling.

Enough light for my  dad to read,

A quiet life, not at the earthy speed.

Star, if ever your  search gain a fruit,

Let not fall that secret to any ‘human-brute’.

Whisper my ears and I shall scoot,

To taste the planet with human foot.

Fear not, I shall not distort the sphere,

Neither enervate its life, like people do here.

Nor shall drill its heart for any hidden treasure,

For no crust would bear such pressure.

Let that giant ball have a path

A path of flowers that makes walking worth.

I shall walk through it with my love beside,

That’s the moment I realize, soul reside..

The night , I shall be on her lap.

Slowly slowly to my dream nap.

Her fingers that bliss my forehead,

Oh lord, If I live here,I never want to be dead