A twinkling star...

A twinkling star,
In the dawn of dust,
Like a gardener in the sky,
And see, the gardener,
And the blooming flowers,
Twinkling stars.
One and One more.
See, there’s a lot.
And the gardener.
With blooming flowers,
With millions of stars.
And the dark night.
A smile on the face,
An old sick lady,
On her death bed,
To make her smile,
And let her live the life fullest,
Before she dies.


-© copy right Vishal Singh