STARS

I had dreamt

Of the stars in the sky

-so beyond my reach

The rich tapestry called 'Dreams'.

But were they ever my own?

After the dark, dark night

Came the first ray of dawn,

The first ray of Hope.

Today, I stitch this Hope

Into a fabric of my Being.

I pattern out stars,

And call them Dreams.

Dreams and Hope tailored

For me,

Coz' when the darkness falls again,

I can still dream 'my own Dreams'.

-Dishna Phukan

SHABDA