My house was in the town
Full of lush greenery and nature,
But my studies, What a nuisance!
Pulled me to the city.
Lot of pollution, I knew
With trees very few.
That night, I sat there
Feeling like a little child,
Beside a large book pile.
They, with their constant stare,
Gave me a scare,
With my head all whirling in maths,
I needed some distraction
So forgetting all about fractions,
I pushed open the window.
Big and small, so numerous!
Some very bright,
While others shining with little might.
They were so dreamy
So much more than what people said!
'Mom, why are the stars so low?'
Said my sister, age three
My mom's reply was a sudden 'Oh!'
'These are lights, not stars, darling'
They really were like twinkling stars!
My dreaminess was interrupted,
With my mom turning to me, saying-
'Dear, continue your fractions'
So that was the end of my distraction.