Under a dark..
There is a shooting star..
Moon is playing with others..
Alone it is, falling apart..
Sorrow is hidden in its beams..
It has only broken dreams..
Doesn't it crave for a fresh start..?
A little broken lightening star..
New home, it tries to find..
Earth has always an axe to grind..
Love is gone out of his mind..
Innocence is lying in its white spark..
Alone banished a shooting star..
Wandering, it is here and there..
They say- 'Let it have a wish to hear..'
Lying on its own pyre..
Heat has been frozen..
Heart has no more regards..
Gradually dying shooting star..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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