With little palms behind my head
A long time back I looked above
It was a night with sparkling stars
A wisp of chill and a fading song
Among the million laughing stars
My little eyes rested on four
With out a smile they stood still
As if in guard or in trance
Time went on and change I did
But those four remained the same
In mean time I came to know
That they were called “the Orion”
Flush of youth with its musky charm
Filled me up with its lusty dreams
They made me laugh and lose control
Some times for smile..some times for tears
All the while I still looked
Up above at my friends
They were there standing still
With out a smile or a tear
With no avail try I did
To make them talk or at least glance
But serene they were in their stance
A staunch stance with out a care
Time went on and came one night
A nasty night with mocking stars
I was standing all alone
With a shattered soul and a wounded heart
I had a purpose for that night
One so dark with stench of death
I stood there determined..
To make that night my final one
As I stood I felt a glance..
From up above beyond the time
It was them “the orion”
Looking down with tender care
They opened up their ancient mouth
And with a voice filled with love
Spoke one word to my blistered soul
And then went back to their serene self
The word was tender but made of steel
And soul did cry the tears of hope
I gazed at them and smiled in joy
And thanked aloud for the whispered hope
