They talk to me,
© Utsa Seth, 2018
the stars.
A guide,
a prophet just for me.
In a sparkling utterance
they send their messages,
a flurry of incessant blinking
bright, dim, bright,
never tiring,
never forgetting.
When the sun is bright
or the clouds show their might
I know they are there
the stars,
blinking bright, dim, bright
talking, guiding
always.
© Utsa Seth, 2018
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