These !

These drizzles are just like me,
and when I look back,
I see all the phases
through which I've been.

These flowers on my blanket
may not be alive
but, they accept me as I am
throughout the stormy nights.

These old lamps and
all the classics here
They hold on to the dust
bought in by seasonal sun !

This starry gaze , these lonely eyes
Beyond the universe they see,
towards all the things which
are honestly undefined.