A weekend offering, a very crazy poem, still thinking of a suitable title


Come, said the twinkling Stars to the Moon,
Its show time for the folks down there
The Sun shall bid farewell soon
And leave us to our daily act

Go ahead…, the Moon smirks, anyway.. I shall not be missed much
Ever since Mars has taken center stage,
No one cares about me as such
Its always Mars this, Mars that, Mars in all his blazing glory

Ohhh, sigh the Stars in unison
He is but a month old wonder
A few days hence and He shall be gone
And You, O Sire, shall reign their skies again

You forget the lost soul, he relies on you to guide him in the dark
The devout down below, who yearns for a look, to break his fast.
The budding artist and the forlorn poet,
You, O Mighty One, you inspire them such

And.., the Stars whisper, and they know not the Fiery One well
The Mumbai blasts, the Nasik stampede, the Daman tragedy, in but a week
A coincidence, they question, a coincidence?
You, Sire, you know the truth to be otherwise

The Moon smiles, Mars, always different from the others in the Milky Way
Flamboyant, egoistic, powerful
Unfeeling towards all, except maybe one
Caring only for one, Venus, She in all her divine beauty

Come, say the twinkling Stars to the Moon
Our show must go on…
And with that, the performers make an entry
To a wide-eyed audience clamoring for more of Mars, Him, the Fiery One