A Fistful Of Stars: A Place For The Stars
Stars are not like water, are they?
They do not find their way, do they?
Is my fist the place for them?
Hariharan Balakrishnan's poem approaches the meaning of a mystery beyond resolution.
A fistful of stars I held one night
I know not if they're there today
Fingers mine I dare not clench
Stars are tender and fragile
I hold my fingers together now
As I did as a new born babe
My fist was never rigid, tight
I was never taught to be taut
Between fingers there are gaps
If I hold my thumb inside the fist
Among the stars, does it hurt?
Will those stars escape from gaps?
There's always a place for stars
Stars are not like water, are they?
They do not find their way, do they?
Is my fist the place for them?
I want to let them go and be
But when should I, and how?
Where do I place my lustrous stars?
I do not know, do you?
