Poem: The fault is in the stars

A fresh attempt at a two-layered poem — the same meaning in two tracks. One is the sky with stars, and another with the ink-quill-verses.

Skip the parenthesis you will get one poem. Read within the parenthesis, you will get another. Read them together, you will sense the same meaning.

Poem: THE FAULT IS IN THE STARS

There are faults in me
Scars on my skin
Chinks in my armor
Vulnerable is me
(Like that inkblot
on an empty paper
before I write)

But if I were the sky
then those bright spots
that stand out against
the darkness of my skin
Shall twinkle and shine
(And the quill crafts
these verses)

For they say -
We are the fault
that you will ever
find on me.
(you figure out
the meaning)

~Ashok Subramanian © 2023

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