Stars they complains their names misused
Here and there people calls their name
Stars shines in skies and those in heights
Silver star, golden star, they acclaim
Their place and visibility makes us glad
Stars they twinkles or seems to be twinkling
In good purified golden color it sees
Stars are actually the stars of skies
And out of reverence we call the best ones
Stars we uses the names for perfection
A beautiful star we calls the blessed ones.
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