is in an absolute dearth
the wars in a stretch.
make you look up high
you turn down in shy
the stars twinkle like a guy
a romantic state in the fly
they go behind the clouds
you call out to them aloud
they come out and rush back
you strain to find them in the track
your neck aches as you try hard
they play hide and seek in the card
you sigh and long for their sight
they appear suddenly bright
you feel delighted and happy
the stars had made you crappy.
be the heavenly stars as much
that of the world as such
we find the Hollywood
the Bollywood and Kollywood
parade with an ostentation
their noses in the air in a fashion
attired in a gaudy, eye-catchy style
could be a pretext or in a guile
yet they pull their crowd close
turn them mad in the course
a hero worship is on the move
well, it is crazy without a prove
an illustration of the stars on earth
a narrow reference of the cinematic ones
could extend to the political ones
the actors without a make do
promise and pronounce without any clue
they are the non-technical players
indulging in illicit dealings like liars
a cross section of people that cause a sway
power rules with an unmindful sense
causing a situation tense.
The rains do good
they too also do bad
it is the way they rain
it is the way they deign
the earth is a receptacle
it also faces a debacle
that of a receiver in a sense
that of a deceiver in pretense
the showers fall with ease
they drive one mad in a tease
it being a likelihood all the more
it being a dissimilarity sore
the rains enrich the soil
also delude it in a foil
a strange concept in strength
yet very realistic in length.