|Courtesy: Ankita Shreeram|
Bright golden stars
Float upon the distant sea
Like jewels strewn with a careless hand.
A reluctant moon spies on their asymmetry
Perhaps plotting a tidal wave
That would reassemble the jewels
Into a perfect half-circle
Cast in the moon's image -
Ode to it's narcissistic beauty.
As the sea joins hands with the blackening sky,
The golden stars acquire a salmon halo
Like a scarf made of spider web strands
And then steeped into salmon-hued glue
To keep the golden warmth safe
From the hungry water,
The moon's covetous eyes
And distant observers ashore.