at the stars
as they sparkle in harmony,
no cadre,no caste, just stars sparkling beautifully………
look at you,
see a beauty beyond reach;
my hands are washed
yet they say not duly sanitized.
deafening whispers echoes effortlessly;
do not have a wooden spoon
with which to
scoop much more a shovel with which to dig.
hired me an artist,
to paint me a portrait of you ..
fix it in my living room;
for l do not need to have a silver spoon to have me a portrait of you
beautifully in my living room.