Like Water Through Cupped Hands

• Tanishkaa Ramesh, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2018

Beyond the sun-kissed meadows
Beyond the ocean blue
Above all they stand
The band of seven stars
Guardians, hurling with all their might
Beams of light through the dark
Till a tiny wrinkle,
Rippling, splits the firmament
Then the sky moults
The diamonds drip
Plunge like Peregrines
into the nothingness below
Beyond the fields of flowers
Beyond the foam tipped seas
They try to escape
like water through cupped hands