The same lone star twinkles in the black carpet of sky
Like a diamond that she can’t feel
But only its glint she can admire
Oh what diamond she speaks of
When she can only look intently
At the child licking the strawberry ice-cream she can’t have because
A dollar is too expensive
For the father who spends a hundred on the horses
She looks back at the star that twinkles again
She smiles
At least
Content that
At least
The star is nobody’s property
Only available for the eyes
At least
Some equality
– Parveen Maghera
