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MY STAR

I have a strong belief in STARS... I have a small cute story behind it... But its mine story, between me and the star! I am just an awe-stuck girl!

It was a magical night,
I saw a distant star,
I was spell bound…
But it seemed so far!

I was amazed,
Not by its shine
But because it appeared
Every time I was not fine!

It had a serene effect
I felt safe and secure,
Though alone yet
A support I procured.

I felt a connection
I could feel a bond
For it always saved me
From the situation wrong!

I was missing my creator
Her very essence
But I found a refuge
A shelter in its presence!

I talked about my fears
I told how weak I am
It smiled the way it does
Me: star struck lamb.

It shined so brightly
When I did a good deed…
And lighted up my path
When I was in need!

The days went by
It became my family,
Struck by its beauty
My Nile’s lily!

My safe refuge
It became my reflection
My charming angel
A way of introspection!

Times changed…
Things became worse
And I thought I was
Thrown down by a curse!

I stopped the interaction
For I thought 
The star too by the curse
Would be caught!

I thought I can
Face it all alone
Without the star
For it was the only known!

I decided to not
Stop and Turn back
To move on
On the thorny track!

I ignored to look
At my star
Decided to leave it
The distant far…

I was in a mess
All alone by myself
The star appeared
Shinning like itself!

For it said to me
I would always care
Now and forever
Even if you won’t share!

I felt the love
I missed the care
I always wanted it
And now it’s here…

I will always admire
I will always share
Thanks for all the

Love and care.

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