Magical Stars

There was once, in a far away country made of the coldest air A child, a pretty child, left to fend for herself, with none to give her some care She would toil by day, sweep the floor, clean the sink She would cry by night, try to fall asleep in a blink Miserable was her life, she was but seven Her parents had died of poverty and to an orphanage she had been abandoned Her guardian was a rude woman Who would only care to cater to her own burden! On one particular night, the child saw a shooting star It fell on Earth itself it seemed, it fell somewhere near the forest So, she opened the window of her room and chose to run to that place, surely not so far She did run in the night, going wherever her feet willed her, whether it was to the East or to the West! At one point in time, she lost her way, she lost her strength That was when the skies opened up and a big, luminous hand came to her length It caught her and brought her to a place I cannot describe, for I have not yet seen it But surely, it must be someplace where her young and naive soul would now be given due credit! 18 June 2015