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The Drop Of The Night Sky

Kshipra is a student pursuing masters from JNU, India. She loves reading and writing poetry and wants to publish her poems someday.


I am the amaya of night sky

Gushing on the window panes

Trying to find stability in the dark

Immensely, spectacularly flowing in vain.

Perhaps, I am still learning a lesson,

that life is not a smooth ride

You fall on the thorns, you bleed

You hang over moon,you resuscitate

At times you hang in between,

Like eagerness of a half turned page!

There's no meaning in this book,

that I have created for myself

And yet I persuade it to be found

Half of me is still in the air !

And half of me is still on the ground!

This awe inspiring journey of mine,

of travelling through the heavens and hell,

is stuck now on the panes of glass

I have no figments to make me swell

At a new juncture that I arrive

Reveries stand down and withered,

I will be hereby tested in night sky,

In the moments, unhindered, unfettered.

I the amaya, the bravest drop ,

Will have no acquaintance on the pane

Will have to lift me up myself

To fetch me a name…

The window is harsh and tough

The skies are dark and plain

I am the drop of a sangfroid sun

Bleeding through ordeals

Carrying only jest of life

stronger shall be my strides

and louder shall be my paean!

© 2018 Kshipra Pal

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