These days my eyes often scour the sky; But I do not see the tiny star you are.

These days my eyes often scour the sky;
But I do not see the tiny star you are.
Arundhati, there was a time when
I had not heard of your glory.
A time when I did not care to look
Even at the brighter stars. No longer so.
These days my eyes often scour the sky;
But I do not see the tiny star you are.
You hang back, demure, as in life,
Clustered around by the brighter stars.
I have strained, strained long enough
For a clear view against a clear blue sky,
Not seeking a new lease of life,
But that I may guide the newly weds
To see the soft, subdued glow
And be blessed by the rare vision.
(Arundhati was the wife of Vasishta, a renowned sage, prominent in Hindu mythology. She was symbolized as a star in the sky. Legend has it that a look at the star bestows long and happy married life, or a longer lease of life to those in sick-bed).
This poem was first published in Meghdutam.com (between 1999 to 2002).
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