RED-GIANTS

by Tapeshwar Prasad Yadav

Amids silent prayers
Those folded hands
Give tearful parting
One deep of love, bid
Farewell upon life

How many names, are
Etched on tombstones, and
Only Taj is made
Still, many mountains lay
Weeping in silence

Amids twinkling stars
Galaxies swirl
Many stars are born
Many Red-giants are dead

How many voices, are
Floating in the skies, and
Only vastness are seen
Still, many 'nothingness' lay
Curious to our eyes