Shooting Stars Poem by Archit Sankhe

Something wasn't right,
Was it the wish I made.
Dying every night,
Was it my face that fade.

Loosing every sight,
into the life I call.
Hoping for that light,
which will break my fall.

Where should I go
for that streak of shooting stars.
Where should I go
to cure this pain of burning scars.

Truth is as defying
as the smile on your face.
Cursing all this while
like a devil in a chase.
Searching for the sign
like a soul in a maze.
Lost i your lies
like desert will no trace.

Where should I go
for that streak of shooting stars.
Where should I go
to cure this pain of burning scars.