Fistful Of Stars Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Yesterday I flung a fistful of stars,
On you and you smiled so much.
Today I did the same,
But no such.


I wondered why the playfulness,
Had so quickly turned around.
I didn't realize that the smile in you,
Had died down.


Because a tragedy struck,
In your life,
Causing it much strife.


You lost your most precious friend,
Your smile.
Your self-imposed, new found seriousness,
Didn't bring you much.