Over the hills in the sky so blue,
Gleams a star so pure and true.
In royal company of the majestic moon,
She waits for night all through noon.
In days glorious, she fails to gleam
A mere speck, in the sunny beam.
She envies the sun, his might vast
Reign supreme, forever to last.
When night falls and the owl screams,
The world sleeps, with velvet dreams
Croons the star, in a sparkling lilt
With rainbow jewels, a blushing tilt.
All night through, she smiles and sings
Jumps about in her dazzling wings.
Her friends then dance, fingers entwine,
A constellation they make, a sight divine.
When the sun comes up, they flee for life
For the furious being, teems with strife.
Assures the star, "There's none to fear,
Again we'll shine, when the night is here...”
3 comments:
The brilliance of the little star in the dark night gleams and shines through this poem!
Lovely, simply lovely Abhi...
Childish delights. The stars seem like little children and the sun like a big bully :)..and the maturity and the assurance. Ah, exquisitely crafted, and you've managed to stick to the rhyming and the syllables perfectly well! :)
Keep penning :)
now this is what i call a beautifully laid out poetry....perfect rhyme meaning, no repetition of words, great great work! must write more like this!!!!!
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