A starry constellation looks ever brighter
Than a single star as its lone, far-off to reach.
But never has it chance to be strayed or bitter
By it's neighbours; stay none nearby to tease.
Into the sullen hole of the world as it lives,
No one can perhaps realize it's rays or wit.
Even if ever it goes ill, no one can revive
It's falling entity; hence the death it meets.
Yet, it has a domain dominated by it's lance.
No one to be ruled, nor anyone to be hurt;
As it never be outwitted, dances upon haunch.
So remains it free from guilt and mind dirt.
A single star is not so stingy as constellation.
It shines to light own and rest of the world,
Where constellation lights apart the relation.
So the single star is evaluated always as the gold.
I say, a single star lives long even after death
In the soften hearts of planets, once shone by it.
But a constellation gets end after one's last breath
As their stability depends upon the God's might.
Topic(s) of this poem: star
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