Sorrow Of A Star Poem by Shuaib Saifi

He is the dimmed and broken star,
From the sky who dwells too far.
Who is good now for no worth,
Neither for this sky nor the earth.

At whose twinkling sky e'er got glad,
And watching, a glee the earth had.
Now to respect him sky gets hard,
Even the earth does easily disregard.

Now he moans, laments and weeps,
On his lips some wounded words keeps; -
Which say "Would I'd not taken the birth,
Thus isn't disdained today by the sky and earth".