Title: SKY Poet: Tapeshwar Prasad Country: India

How many breaths
Will you freeze, twinkling
And tapering down thy gravity
In icicles of thy Great fair
O, the swirling and whirling out-there

Every pearl of my tears
Gaze thy play, dropping
Golden Sun and the silver Moon
Morning till nights;
Debting earth in many births

Vanity of 'I' only remain
Stretching my neck upward
Out from my loopholes
To pine thy look
In my secret crux

Revealing the unknown
Fluttering veins mine, have
Kept a portion of thy prayer
Warm of sizzling heart
Opening the Sky door inside