I will take a walk through heavens,
To make a dish out of stars.
Large needles and large stars.
I will keep them on the sky
And watch them as they gaze
And i will pour the old scorn
The Shooting stars which blessings have fallen.


Untill it will reach my lap,
And then I shall wonder,
As i feel serpent thread single,
wooing across and woeing woes
The seven wonders of the Earth,
and then for that matter only present,
I shall laugh.
A line of stars which fit the place.
And forget there ever was a game.


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© Priyanka Bhandarkar