A tiny star one day wished if he were big as a moon,
King of skies with a high rise may prove to be a boon.
He begged to moon and the moon agreed for the swap.
Dressed as a King, the tiny star saw other stars loudly clap.
His wife aghast, the kids distraught, took his solo snap.
He grew small, small to smaller, knew he was in a trap.
Like a mouse, he entered his house when the guards took nap.
Picture unmatched, he was thrashed, got a very tight slap.
He wept and cried with swollen eye, he went to see the moon.
Make me star, my king my czar and make me tiny soon.
A tiny star one day wished if he were big as a moon,
King of skies with a high rise may prove to be a boon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem on dream and reality.Stardom along with pride may bring downfall.