Chat With Stars

Everyday she waits for the midnight For the night so cold but alone. So she can throw her blanket ,and rush to the open sky. With her questions so peculiar to be asked, She sits facing the stars as if having a discussion. "Why can't she be up there? Staring whole world and having brightness to share. Steady but shine to spare, With the moon and sky so bare. The Peace which is so pleasant, The beauty so admirable and decent . She sits upon the pile of rugs fighting with stars for the things she don't have. The glitter on her face seems like a confession, The stars are making to her suspicion. As the grass looks so green from the other side, Everything has its role as decide Stars giving the world ,pearls bearing shade, But the dark truth as invisible man killed with spade. The part played by each has its own glow, You ought to make your own experiences, miserable though. For these will carry you up in the sky, Not with the brightness ,but a satisfaction by. Of not choosing to switch the roles, And saving yourself from drowning in false hole. So there you go shake hands with life, More above than stars not a steady masterpiece but With the bloosm of loosestrife.