TELESHOPPING

Sky shop is

Stuffed to the roof

With stars,

Stars-

Gathering dust

Waiting to be sold

Buyers sit pretty

In their homes,

Have to push

Only a button

For whatever and

Whenever they wish

Promptly will pop out

From the screen

The sun, the moon and the stars,

Love and zest and

The pleasures of life

Life- caged in the room

Room- reduced in the screen

Screen glistening on the

Command of a button,

It is pitch dark outside,

Lurks somewhere

In the darkness

The merchant of stars