POETRY

Where Have All the Stars Gone?

A Young Astronomer’s Dreams

Sharika Hafeez
The Howling Owl
Published in
2 min readSep 20, 2023

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Image by pizar almaulidina from Pixabay

I am the wide-eyed child who scales
the rooftops
to reach the skies.
The rafters tremble beneath my feet;
I am engulfed by mist
and city lights.

Where have all the stars gone?

I am the lone traveller who follows
the constellations
to strange lands.
The desert wind swirls around me in a maelstrom;
I am enveloped by dust
and sandstorms.

Where have all the stars gone?

I am the physicist who untangles
the mysteries
of the unending universe.
The ink stains the tip of my fingers;
I am enshrouded by numbers
and deadlines.

Where have all the stars gone?

I am the astronaut who maps
the winding path
to freedom.
The training strains my sore muscles;
I am encased in spacesuits
and computers.

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Sharika Hafeez
The Howling Owl

Writer. Physics student. Under the inky-black sky, with a steaming cup of chai in my hands, I watch the stars and I write.