Stars
his blood boils in rage
the words out of that man's mouth
were always laced in poison
haunting this feeling was
for someone recovering from a loss
the stars that were glued to his sky
all began to fall down one night
he can't even wish upon them
hoping for a good ending to this story
because each star is a hope he sowed
his blood boils in rage
when that man ever hit him
he can't even stand his ground
so will he even tells his father
that he was not made to be hurt
with the hands that raised him
Copyright © Maanvinder Pilania | Year Posted 2025
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