Twinkling high,
These charismatic bodies make me awe
We see them how they were light years ago...
We see their past,
and visualise it as their present.
They resemble human race so much.
So we name them after our lost ones
The ones in past...
Whom we long to be with us in present
However I will name North Star
On our lost forgotten love
Which eroded because of fugacious circumstances....
Feelings are just like people
They come with a faint cry
And live us in oblivion
To respire in deadly silent funeral...
whose pyre is visible to us till eternity
Even if extinguished
These charismatic bodies make me awe
We see them how they were light years ago...
We see their past,
and visualise it as their present.
They resemble human race so much.
So we name them after our lost ones
The ones in past...
Whom we long to be with us in present
However I will name North Star
On our lost forgotten love
Which eroded because of fugacious circumstances....
Feelings are just like people
They come with a faint cry
And live us in oblivion
To respire in deadly silent funeral...
whose pyre is visible to us till eternity
Even if extinguished
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