Lying on our backs,
in summer blankets,
gazing at the dome of the sky,
the stars and constellations
sprayed like fine glittering Mukaish.
Our silences talk.
The sky lights up
with the ecstatic dance
of a shooting star.
Hasty forget-me-not wish.
Quick stay-by-me-always wish.
And then I fall asleep.
Cozily nestled on your arm.
Such perfect Kodak moments.
Welfare unto all
Rab Rakha
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