Amid the hustle bustle of life,
When you can breath for a while,
And look at the stars in the sky,
Those twinkling diamonds ask you, why;
Why have you tired yourself so much?
Why are you moving in such rush?
Is it really what your heart and soul want
Or you are finding an escape from your past;
Which brings back the memories so best,
That don't allow you to find peace or rest
Amid the small nights of June,
When you get time to look at the moon,
Remember the path that you have crossed;
Which was full of thorns and stones
But on those things you never mourned,
And kept your head high,
Aiming at the stars in the sky,
Which you hold on your beautiful eyes
Remember even that darkest time had flied
Amid the nights of anxiety
Talk to the powerful Almighty,
Who has made you so strong,
That you are still holding on
And reflect, who you really are;
Yes, the moon among stars,
Who holds the greatest pains
Yet keeps smiling & never complains
For, he takes it as his duty
That with great power comes great responsibility
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