The milky way

We were busy spotting in sky
Grandpa who now lives there,
As we kept losing coordinates.

We would go our downstairs
To drink water for the fingers
That became dumb counting.

It seems it was a holiday next
With stars sleeping in the hall.
Rooms were somewhat stuffy.

They had their arms and feet
Intertwined in the deep sleep.
One heard the snores in milk.

The milk would spill sideways.
It was so hard to keep count.
We gave up locating grandpa.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s