Faint Stars of a Bleary Sky

Faint stars of a bleary sky don't show the brilliance of clouds witnessed by the shining eyes of an inquisitive boy who lived under them dreaming and moved by absolute fascination; he was alone admiring a firmament too grand to be comprehended by an adolescent mind immersed in sheer contemplation. Who has a vivid remembrance of the depth of embittered regrets, more aware of the passing time than youth and time never attest? Who has reflected upon these and not felt a nostalgic wish to relive what was too beautiful to be taken away by fate which never poses to give one a minute to breathe with ease and dream according to age? Who has thought of his mortality and realized how brief is existence lived with purpose or none? I pondered on it continuously and accepted its accountability had I come short of my intent! Faint stars and a bleary sky repress light and hide the splendor seen on clear nights, bleariness diminished the intense awareness of the senses and being overwhelmed by feelings of discontent, it remains distressed... until that sunrise gleams invade and delight! I would have renounced this life to save someone else about to die and get the laurel of heroism that many want without a sacrifice; I would have given my breath to let another person succumbed to a tragic and rare circumstance regardless of human strength, live more days that cruel fate would never have allowed; don't quick decisions contradict the dominant altruism? Let those faint stars scatter through a midnight storm, no memory of a bleary sky must hang on thoughts; my youth was joyful searching for lively rainbows, for adventurous dreams that fantasy couldn't transform!