Those little pieces of stars;
like street lights on a cosmic road
with chariots with angels
going to a party.
Or may be
they are in a cosmic discotheque
with vibrations as music.
Or may be
they might not be there at all
and are just reflecting what we think should be there.

I am OK as long as you don’t ask me
to get you one of those shining stars.

But I will stand by you if want to shine like them
here on earth… by your side… just there.

Categories: Poetry

Tags: poem on stars, Poetry, Poetry Project, Stars