Poems that talk Stories

Who Are Stars?

I saw a girl struggling to stand on the roof,

And no weapon existed to be named as the proof.

Proof of the wounds that bought here there

But she was hurt and that was clear.

She was covered with red thoughts bleeding from her head,

And she still asked the heavens- "Why do stars die or fade?"

Was she stupid to be expecting the heavens to reply?

Or was broken enough after that heartfelt cry?

Was it just a question because I knew the answer?

But I felt it wasn't about physics, but more to understand her.

For her the word 'die' wasn't just 'die',

Maybe it was the death without a proper goodbye.

For her the word 'fade' wasn't just 'fade'

Maybe it was the chocking bound of the strings of fate.

I wasn't mature, I didn't knew the world,

But I still could guess sometimes things aren't as pearled.

I saw her trying to put her next step on the air,

And I cried and shouted, "Are you still aren't aware?

Aware of the fact that stars never die,

They always wonder blinking in the sky.

Stars never die or either even fade,

They are immortals loved by every being till date.

Every star has its own untold stories,

Stories never heard or told of their glories.

But ever star owns the light to shine,

To brightening up the souls of every timeline.

Maybe I don't know its story and never heard of its name,

But believe in my heart they lit a special flame.

I don't know your story and I don't know who you are,

But remember my friend, Your Existence is what makes you a Star".

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