Stars are so far,
they are not understood easily.
Its not that with us they are at war,
they have got used to being lonely.
They are looked upon,
stared at for the wrong reasons.
Some remain, some are gone,
they are missed through out seasons.
From far they shine,
amidst darkness you see them twinkle.
To see them we stand in line,
all these years and not a wrinkle.
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