[Poetry] Two Poems by Sheila Thadani

Stars Beckon

The stars shine on starry nights

On places far away from day's light

What mysteries can they unfold

That we have not been told?

What makes them twinkle bright

Without candles or other lights?

Is it hot like the burning sun

Or is it cool like the moon?

I am told there is heat and light.

Stars burn blue and bright,

Creating free energy for the place

On the star's scraggly surface.

They say stars have oxygen;

With spaces of hydrogen.

Igniting them creates water.

Those stars entice me to wander.

Can we travel to the stars one day

To explore and enjoy a holiday?

Let us take a trip for fun and mirth.

I am tired of living on earth.

The stars shine on starry nights

On places far away from day's light

What mysteries can they unfold

That we have not been told?

What makes them twinkle bright

Without candles or other lights?

Is it hot like the burning sun

Or is it cool like the moon?

I am told there is heat and light.

Stars burn blue and bright,

Creating free energy for the place

On the star's scraggly surface.

They say stars have oxygen;

With spaces of hydrogen.

Igniting them creates water.

Those stars entice me to wander.

Can we travel to the stars one day

To explore and enjoy a holiday?

Let us take a trip for fun and mirth.

I am tired of living on earth.

The Trophy

Blue surfs entice to lands

Of mystery. Forests and groves,

Where nimble chimps clamber

Trees, and animals burrow.

Elephants reach out to befriend.

Sweltering monsoon saturate the terrain.

Deep in the jungle, lush feather ferns

Stretch out to touch.

There, eyes unseen, watch from

Cracks and crannies. In the thick

Of forest leaves, and the rustle of

A whispering breeze, lay Cecil, the lion.

A majestic head with flowing

Fur rising from his body of amber;

The dark mane's straggly hair

Hidden under a bushy lair.

Enthroned with nature's coronet,

A roar that crowned him King,

With awe from all those living,

Feared by all as a threat.

Bushy thickets of dense woods

Since birth, was his home;

Plains where he always roamed

At the water's edge for food.

On this fateful day,

As Cecil gazed into space,

Predators hid a distance away

With deadly weapons in place.

One shot fired from the gun

Pierced the lion's heart.

Hauled away, a treasure stolen,

As someone's trophy in a cart

Sheila Thadani is a Free-Lance Writer and poet. She has a Master's degree in Politics and her poetry is published in Journey's Festival International, Double Speak, Mayari Lit, Micromagazine, Tiny Seed, and others. She has won prizes and received reviews from Dream Quest One, “ poem.. displays creative poetic talent, originality, artistic quality..” and “work stood out for exceptional quality and unique perspective..”- Wingless Dreamer.