Stars are shocked; clouds are dumb and jerked,
The moon is down, drawn like a geometric shape,
On a plain paper in a girl’s note-pad, has lurked
From her school bag to leap out and gape
At sharp ambience which witnessed the crashing dome
Perhaps an unexplained apathy has given a shade
Of indifference to the entire canvas, nearing home
She staggers with the learning she has had in her head
From the stuffing of the class-room conversation
Like a river light with less water
That lacks force because of its lack of direction,
She refuses to wander.
Growing up brings hope to a captive
That drowsily dreams of success
That beats the drums for a receptive
Listener who is charmed nevertheless
By a love of lore and lair
Where she lives quietly
Surrounded by his friends and mentor
Dreaming of future sincerely.
Stars are at ease; clouds are cool
To pull their pool down on earth.
The moon is up dreaming in the pool
The girl gains wisdom in rain and mirth.