By Vijaya Kumar Arjun
In a realm where night and day entwine,
Where petals bloom and starlight shines,
A tale of longing hearts unfolds,
Of flowers bright and stars so bold.
In meadows vast and gardens fair,
The flowers bloomed with colors rare.
With petals soft as morning dew,
They danced beneath the skies so blue.
Above, the stars in heavens high,
Watched the flowers with a sigh.
For though they gleamed with silver light,
They yearned for beauty of the night.
“Oh, if we could but touch the earth,
And share in flowers’ gentle mirth,
We’d trade our cosmic, distant dance,
For just one fleeting, sweet romance.”
But fate, it seemed, had other plans,
For stars and flowers in different lands.
The stars would shine, the flowers would grow,
And in their hearts, the love would flow.
And so each night, with tender light,
The stars adored the flowers’ sight.
While flowers bloomed in moonlit glade,
With love from stars that never fade.
A love that’s pure, though far apart,
Still binds the stars and flowers’ hearts.
A ballad sung by night and day,
Of love that time cannot allay.
So in the realm where both reside,
Their love endures, though worlds divide.
For flowers’ blooms and starlight’s gleam,
Are woven in a timeless dream.
By Vijaya Kumar Arjun
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