Crescendo

By Kumar Harsh

I see stars embedded in my palm,

For they shimmer in the night,

When the Moon is far,

And the wolves howl through the dark,

They bring me peace sometimes,

Calm down my palpitating heart,

Or burn through my skin,

Scars that stay forever,

Under the epidermis like a brand of destitution,

A tattoo of obligation, nothing to be proud of,

I try to stay true to my roots,

For they bring me cold water,

Quench my thirst and bury my lavishness,

By the fertile mud of my ancestors land,

That grows a tree inside my mind,

A tree that extends over centuries,

And bears fruits for generations,

Sometimes golden and burnt,

And yellow and red,

For I see stars and how they burn,

And I tell my self to shine like the Omega and the Alpha,

But wait and rest and sleep and recharge,

Whenever they burn through my skin,

And visit my roots more than often,

The stars of my distant crescendo…..

By Kumar Harsh