You can witness the stars in the Sky
But others never see day, ask why
The best they can see if they try
Will be a reddish sky with no sign of a star
With no sign of a star
You call yourself a born star
Persevere to the top to shine
Upon those at the bottom
But being a star
Requires not climbing success ladder
But an arm around a neck
A kiss on a rough cheek
A smile to a sadden face
Provision for the needy
A helping hand to the Old one crossing the road
Peace maker in the shattered friendship
For these you shall blink and shine
Be a star in a life
Even the blind can see this star
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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