Dimmer stars grow dimmer so,
And the sky reeks of black
More so, day by day,
And the Moon gently smiles
For it strives to be the
Brightest in the sky,
And by every fading star
It comes closer to its goal.
Astronomers look out with
Telescopes, puzzled as to
Why their life’s work
Are slowly flickering out
Like a pandemic among fireflies,
And young sweethearts feel
Blind under the night sky
Atop their woven blankets,
Fingers lacing through
Green grass and brown dirt
And snakes and worms and humus,
Becoming more private by
The second for the only
Light in the sky doesn’t
Shine any longer.

Soham Bagchi is a high school student living in Gurgaon, India. He writes poetry and prose (enjoys structured verse), listens to music, and has many other interests, all tied together by his determination and passion. You can find more of his work at sohambagchi.wordpress.com.