By | Aruna Arjun Ram

1 Poem

He furtively glanced into her eyes.
And saw the myriad nuances of her
Enamoured satellites revolving around her
Dejected shooting stars burning out
in her pursuit;
Was there a place for him, he wondered?
There he was, in the centre
Brightest in the firmament;
Blazing as the Sun.

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