When the world seems hopeless
And our minds are preoccupied
Making the senses dull and arid
That there is nothing else to do
But raise our eyes to stargaze.

Stargazing somehow enervates
And rekindles innate sentiments
Enliven the soul with new hope
Giving life the strength it needs
To withstand vagaries we face.

Stargazing somewhat a dream
An intricate syllables of living
That we try to decode its value
In slumber we can only foresee
The probabilities of our future.