My Orion

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