Be kind to it,and catch the falling star,
Gather the silver dust,trailing in from afar .
Wash not the remnants off your finger tips,
Perhaps a winged creature alights,in the dust dips!
Tell them not how the star had fallen,
Would they not want another stricken?
Teach the fallen grace the laws of the land,
Lest it should hope for the life in the celestial band.
True,the sky had unmercifully the star dismantled,
Be not the judge and pronounce it to be kindled.
The mortals that we are,know not what or how ,
His justice,though a mystery,to it we must bow.
He tells us not what fated hour it was and the reason why,
He cast the friend of the moon to the earth from the sky.
It's misfortune not withstanding,your fate smiles,
You were chosen to palm the light,of distant miles.
When the breaths rattle in life's winter,and memories dim,
Maybe a little warmth it'll lend,the illusion of that far away beam?
Chandni.
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