Look At (Even) Me
Infinite stars dotting the night sky
Variedly big, bright or insignificant
You sigh in awe or address it with pleasant adjectives
Beautiful, marvellous and the likes
A special few of them all
'Someone' picks them up and gives them a name
The handful forming a 'constellation'
That the world tends to blindly look for
The semblance of a toddler's best scribble
Or what you'd call 'modern art'
When you get padt the vastness of the sparkly canvas
You'd just admire what someone else thought looked like something
Fancy connect the dots with the polka dots up high
They become deafening voices
At times noise even, but alas
Do you hear the whispers?
Hasn't someone told you that
The ones who leave us become stars?
But weren't the star art pieces already there
When they still held your hand as you traced them out together?
Scientifically that excludes them from the loud and boisterous constellations
But in the end, those faint whispers, drowning in presence of the sohnds charting higher decibels
Those that we walk past, if not over
Our feet, ones that once made footprints beside their own
Now trample what only we would understand. ~Zeta
#poetry #night #constellation #stars #people #memories #stargazing
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