What a star,
Feelings despite, shining bright,
So alien, so far.
Who, thou master?
The lord of such holy caster?
I feel the heat, I feel the bloom;
May it be dark, may it be doom.
She's the madness,
Yet someone of my virtue.
She's the only dream
I can't pursue.
I neglect,
I ignore,
But even in the silence,
My emotions offshore.
When the lanterns turn off,
When the clouds storm and rain,
I hope the heat helps me
Cure the yearn, the unforgettable pain.
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Author:
V. Nayak (
Offline) - Published: December 3rd, 2025 05:38
- Comment from author about the poem: Not sure if you’ll like the allegory, but yeah :) I guess I’ll keep yearning for stars… not just stars.
- Category: Love
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Comments1
It is a beautiful poem but the last line is haunting and a bit puzzling leaving me unsettled. I like this in a poem.
Thanks, I guess I’d already planned for the ending to be a bit complex.
You are most welcome
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