Lamps Of The Sky

It's always a pleasure to watch those twinkle twinkle little stars in the sky during the night.

We feel really great while we watch them shine brightly, for me, I dream to go up there and play with them.

Knowing it's impossible for me to be high up there, but I can still enjoy the view and write for them.

It's still a habit for elders to narrate the stories of stars to kids. Those stories are heard by all of us, even we dreamt of being one of those characters.

Here, I would like to say those feelings in the form of a poem.

 Stars...Stars...why are you so bright?

Is the light really white inside you?

Or is it the moon light that makes you white.

The whiteness is like a shiny pearl

Which is clean from a freshwater.

You brought the meaning to the whiteness and shining.

Why is it.. whenever I see you I Fall for you.

Why are your glitterings reminds me of heavenly lights.

Why does your beauty seems to be forever.

I wonder if you have death!

But, I came to know that even you die,

It is the falling that makes you die.

My question withered away,

So high in the sky.

Dwelling in between comets and constellations.

Why are you so adorable like a princess who is ready to wed?

Does your shiny thing ever faded during the day.

Can you teach me some science as they say that you shine.

Even in day as you do at night.

Is it true! That you never sleep?

Tell me oh! stars The wanderers of sky,

Lamps of the sky.