Stars were studded on ink stained sky,
Like memories and tears making life worthwhile.
Though the stars must have dazzled any mortal eye,
The moon had no care for my hopes and smiles.
It refused to shine the path I tread,
That silent street, with kindness dead,
And poems of glory unheard, and unread,
Where my promising future and disappointing life met.
Only a star high in the sky,
Chose to believe in me and kept me alive,
Through hopeless hours
And darkening nights.
At last when I found my awaited morning,
It was for the night, the star I had all the longing,
But the star was not to be seen,
As if it had never been.
The star that had once shined,
Not for anyone but for me
I’ll bet this life each second, each hour
For a glimpse of that lonely star.
