It is difficult to believe
that there was a time when
people saw constellations
in the sky.
Our feeble attempts
to replicate the glory
of a sky studded with stars
has led to its demise.
The more we set our lands on fire,
the sky’s shimmer wore away.
The switch to turn our lightbulbs on
was the same that turned the stars off.
Odes were sung in your honour,
your patterns worshipped fervently.
You went from guiding sailors to barely existing
through no fault of your own.
Poets and astronomers
mourn your loss.
They say, “Better late than never.”
So here is a late eulogy to the stars.
BIOGRAPHY:
Sahitra (she/her) is a teenager in India who enjoys spreading chaos and writing poetry. You'll usually find her listening to music or obsessing over murder mysteries and conspiracy theories!