Stars scattered in the hallow space of sky.
So, unrealistically beautiful is the night,
And below, in all praise is the mankind!
The far so often allures the dreamer’s eye,
That day and night to achieve,
He strives, that shinning yonder point,
Can he take those stars in his hand and play?
Or can he light up with it, the darkest part of the town?
Can’t he see the stars in children’s eye?
Or does he ignore mother’s tears which twinkle at night?
Pain is plethora, which shines at every home,
And then, these are just the ‘stars’ which are always scorned.
Its no use O Jesus! To think of stars
When so many ‘stars’ around me have the light
But are not able to dazzle!
Some Poverty, Some Circumstance, Some Corruption
Coupled together to kill one’s talent.
Its just left to the little hope, which flies with Icarus wings!
Every now and then!
but it knows not, when
It has to meet the dismal end!!