Loss

There is no need to drag  bodies in sand
To count stars that flickered for counting.
We feel exempted from the star- counting
Like the soldiers-to -be with lesser chests .

Chests  heaved with unnecessary pride
As night climbed over  heads under trees
Full of stars above them ,in danger of falling.
We have lost count of their broken pieces
That have turned fireflies in earlier counting.

We lie  under a dark cloth of promontory
Thinking of the many stars lost to the night
There is nobody to count them this night.