Of kings and dragon tales,
Of mysteries and fables in place,
Of lobsters and fishmonger,
The night sky deals in all.
Have you ever gazed at the sky?
The old woman still spins in spite.
Have you noticed the polar bear?
At times it turns into a deer.
Just close your eyes underneath
the vast starry dark sky,
You can listen to the tales of
Rumpelstiltskin and Snow White.
Not all dark is fearsome,
Not all mysteries are unsolved,
Not all tales told yet,
Some are buried withal.
The night sky stitches
a hundred tiny tales
of hopes and pleasure,
wrapped in boxes of treasure.
By Nandini Sengupta
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