Out of my Blanket Of Stars

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Its past 10 'o clock
A blanket goes over her head.
And stars lit in her eyes.
There is a world she can see as it could be.
A warm touch of her mother's hand on her forehead.
The chitter chatter of buddies in the school bus.
The sweetness of grandma's cookies.
And the love of exploring whats beyond
those window shades of the children's establishment.
A siren rings and all wake up to the maiden's call for breakfast.
There are biscuits and milk today.
Her pals were giggling and reading the daily.
The housemaid , Bhumi loved her dearly.
It was her stars through a tilted vision
All you see around is an art of god
How you perceive it is your art.

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