We counted the stars,
Before we slept,
Out in the open,
In the cool fresh air.
Me and my siblings,
Then fought over it,
And asked Papa about it,
He always favoured me.
Then told us about,
the sun and the moon,
And planets and satellites,
Circling round them.
We had a thousand questions,
He had a million answers,
He talked about the Milky Way,
Of Galaxies,Of pole star
In my dreams,
I could see myself
jumping from one star to another
In the huge playground of the universe,
Just like I crossed a puddle,
Jumping from one stone to another.
That night when I got up
Crying scared of darkness,
He told me that
the sun must be shining in America now
And soon it will come back here
My little brain could imagine pitch dark night
And the sun shining like furnace in the sky,
Throwing fire balls.
He laughed louder than ever,
on silly tricks my imagination played.
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