I sit by the porch,
Thinking as usual
About nothing and everything
So the mind wanders to places
Places I’ve never seen before
What’s before comes later
In points on the sky before me
The longer I stare at it
Brighter these points shine
What are these points of interest?
In a second, as I see
There is nothing on the sky
What I thought to be stars
Are no more before me
And so I sleep with a blank sky
By Shreyas 