unhappy star

a three kilo new kid bawls
across  miles of rail track
what is the star that flickers
right above him in the sky 
as he emerges from cave
the moment that will decide
his life's script on forehead

grandpa looks up  papers
for its luminescence in sky
finds the sky star not happy

but  if stars are not happy 
sometimes war mongering
our pig-tailed man will utter
words over milk and honey
bananas , camphor flames
his scintillating words fight
astral maleficence so well
for a few hundred rupees.


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