Delhi sky
What bothers me of living in a city,
Of shiny walls and luminescent silhouette
Is never to witness the cosmos.
How lucky am I, not being born at the right minute so to see a clear image of the universe.
Everyone that came before this age of mankind lived in the mysteries of the stars.
Wow, my eyes dehydrated of such knowledge.
There are bricks, telephones and town pointers but I can’t tell what’s north and what’s not.
I was never told to look up, but how autistic could I be? Even the few 30 stars my mind could gather, would be a whole night dreaming of my true home,
where once I was some cloud of dust
Drifting in the infinite.
Of shiny walls and luminescent silhouette
Is never to witness the cosmos.
How lucky am I, not being born at the right minute so to see a clear image of the universe.
Everyone that came before this age of mankind lived in the mysteries of the stars.
Wow, my eyes dehydrated of such knowledge.
There are bricks, telephones and town pointers but I can’t tell what’s north and what’s not.
I was never told to look up, but how autistic could I be? Even the few 30 stars my mind could gather, would be a whole night dreaming of my true home,
where once I was some cloud of dust
Drifting in the infinite.
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