(Written in Calcutta, May 1997, when visiting for Fathers illness)
It was dark!
I was standing on the concrete roof top
After an outage of electric power!
Everything quiet down
Except occasional voices here and there
And distant moving airplanes, buses or cars!
I looked at the sky
It was full of planets and stars!
I saw Orion
I saw Seven Dwarf
I saw the North star
And the evening star -
I could even identify most planets so dear!
I realized, I never looked at the sky
With such open curious mind!
As I was staring at the distant stars -
In the deep dark night sky
Noticing their flickering and colour -
Suddenly I saw a shooting star
Just appeared and disappeared
Painting your face brilliantly
In the deep dark sky!
I saw a second one instantly
Illuminating the last painting momentarily!