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A Starry Night
Every day, every night,
I see the starlit light.
Stars continuously twinkling,
Like glitters softly sprinkling.
I often behold the sky,
Dreaming of a time to fly.
When those objects start to shine,
I feel their presence, sheer divine.
Thinking of soaring high,
Alas, I always sigh!
Nevertheless, why do they shine bright?
What to do with my yearning sight?
In the vastness of night, I search with my heart,
Longing for the light that sets you apart.
Though through the darkness I wander, near and far,
Little object, why are you so far?
Always tryna find you, my star.
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Anwesha Das
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