Stars
I remember the days
When we would talk lengths
When, slowly, our words
Would mingle
Into the common image
Our eyes saw,
With mine exploring yours
And yours squandering mine.
I remember the nights
When we would sit by the lake
Covered with your jacket
Wrapped in each other's arms
Counting the countless stars
Feeling the cold breeze
Against the warmth we shared.
But today,
When I count the stars
I count one more.
Which shines the brightest.
It winks at me
Each time I am low.
With whom I spend my nights.
My eyes exploring the star
And star squandering mine.
-Vipin Pratap
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