A Fistful Of Stars: Two Half-Diamonds
Hariharan Balakrishnan's scintillating poem asks a profound question.
If diamonds were my stars
Or stars were diamonds
I'd reach out my hand
And pluck out one
To give it to you
They aren't so
But are there
As they are
They!
Stars are up and high above
Diamonds are deep below
I cannot reach that high
Nor stoop so low
I am what I am
So I think
But am I
Really
I?
